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Abandon My Eulogy Ford is never going to be able to read poetry again. I'm being serious.
He read "Do not stand at my grave and weep" and immediately started weeping. He tried Emily Dickinson, and he was out cold—no more Stanford, just a sad pile of jello.
Stan is going to be chilling out, doing whatever he does, and then he has Stanford sticking to him like glue because he happened to read a poem about death.
It's a tough relife out there fr.
Every once in a while Ford will just sway into whatever room Stan is in and just. Stare. For a prolonged period until Stan looks up and is like "poetry again?" And Ford just silently nods.
SO much of poetry is about grief of some kind its frankly ridiculous-> (spoken as some who writes and consumes poetry near constantly)
Poor Ford is just trying to wind down to go to bed at a reasonable time and is hit with the full force of poets and their abilities in making you Feel Emotions