For the last 60 years, someone has placed three red roses and a half a bottle of cognac on Edgar Allen Poe’s grave each year on the anniversary of the writer’s birthday. This year, the Poe Toaster didn’t show up.
The Sun has an article here.
Nobody knows who the toaster was. Nobody knows why the toaster did not arrive this year. Nobody knows why the tradition has finally ended.
It strikes me as very sad and somewhat mysterious, and that makes me think that the strange end to this tradition might please Poe himself, were he around to see it.
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