Born in the fifties it joined my family about fifteen years ago for the grand price of $3. It served us well, moving from room to room, rising to fill the need for an extra chair now and then.
It had recently been promoted to a role as my personal chair since my other had developed a slight squeak just behind my head. It collapsed around midnight last night when I stopped to sit a moment.
It was pronounced DOA after examination. There will be a funeral pyre next week to honor its life and to allow those who loved it a chance to say goodbye. The cushions will be re-purposed so its life/death will not be in vain.
Fare well, my three dollar chair. I shall miss you.
Moving in to carry on will be Three Dollar New Chair accompanied by recovered ottoman and home created pillow. I wish you well New Chair. You have a big load to carry.