Dead, But Not Forgotten

On that fateful day, he had gone to buy some provisions, after returning late from his carpentry job. The hour was late, and the owner of the provision store, who lived in the same building as his store, had warned him to stop his late visits after the store had closed. But he had refused, only because he had grown too familiar with the couples who owned the provision store. He at times joked with them freely and was used to taking things for granted; even serious warnings.