Kicking the bucket at the age of 40 is bad enough, especially when, to this day, nobody's really sure how you died (everything from syphillis to rabies to political "cooping" has been thrown out there as a possible cause). But getting buried in an unmarked grave after a three minute "service" is an indignity usually reserved for pet rabbits that escape from their hutch and die under the sofa. That's why Rocks Off is happy to report that this weekend, 160 years after the fact, Edgar Allan Poe
