He went home to his squalor.
So, like many his age, he was a HORDER. Coming from a time when "You never know what you may need when, and not have the money to buy it".
I showed up on the day he passed away. His eyes lit up...he was delighted to see me. I asked if I could sing for him. I USED to sing...don't much anymore. Anyway, I started singing Christmas Carols to him...he started crying. When I say Crying...I mean the lone tear that sneaked down his cheek. He passed away that night. RIP my new, old friend.
YES...THIS WAS IN AMERICA.