To all things, an ending.
Monday, May 10, 2100
The End

I regret to inform you of Shmuel's passing. He died peacefully on his 127th birthday.

As all of you are no doubt aware from reading this journal, Shmuel found a lottery ticket lying in the street shortly after his twenty-sixth birthday. Checking it out on a whim, he discovered that he had won what then was the largest jackpot in the history of New York State's Lotto. This enabled him to buy all the CDs his heart desired, and -- through prudent investments by his friend, the accountant -- enabled him to live the rest of his life the way he wanted.

Shmuel went on to become a noted figure in academia. Being free of financial constraints, he was able to avoid the overspecialization that affected many graduates of his time. After getting his degrees in English and Women's Studies, he stayed on at Queens College, where he got additional degrees in Philosophy, American Studies, Film Studies, Linguistics, and Comparative Literature, while taking a generous array of other courses on the side. Not having to worry about his GPA, he was free to dabble in whatever he wanted, and he took full advantage of that.

Eventually, Shmuel went on to become an educator himself, and a cultural commentator, whose bi-weekly column appeared in newspapers and digimag services across the nation. Five volumes of his collected essays were published, including the critically acclaimed Opposites Distract. He also wrote two novels, about which the less said the better. Finally, he was the editor of a string of small quarterly journals, most of which dealt with language and cultural issues.

He is survived by his large body of writings (including this journal, which has lasted just over a century), and his readers.