Dead Letter Department

The mail collector had never lost a letter.
Except once.
At Hyde and Sikh in San Francisco, the wind blew a card from his hand. He grabbed at it and was hit by a car.
The card was addressed to him.
"Joe Johns," it read. "Your subscription to LIFE has expired."

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