[post_page_title]T.S. Eliot[/post_page_title]
The British essayist who never had a problem with words, unexpectedly, on his deathbed, the only thing that he muttered was his wife’s name ‘Valerie” before he passed away. Sometimes you don’t need much to express so much romanticism, and only a true writer knows that. The writer died of emphysema when he was at his home in London and he was cremated. According to his request, his ashes were brought to America to St Michael and All Angels’ Church in East Coker.
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