Quoth the raven

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!

Edgar Allan Poe wrote about people dying in a lot of strange ways, but his own death is one of the strangest.

He died, most people think, of a word I never heard of – “cooping.”  You get somebody drunk on an election day, haul them around to lots of polling places, and make them vote numerous times. This happened in 1849 in Baltimore, which aficionados of The Wire will not find hard to believe. Poe lived in Philadelphia, but was found passed out, wearing someone else’s clothes, near a Baltimore polling place on October 3 – Election Day. He never recovered and died four days later.

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