An Epitaph of J. Alex Sciuto

It was a voucher number that killed him. Not any of the thousands he saw every day, though. Not a 275345 or a 194874. In fact, he never actually saw the number that killed him. Maybe it doesn't exist, I don't know, but I know Alex waited and waited for the moment he could type into OnBase three three three three three three. The strokes would have been effortless and the position of the three, so close to the enter button, was perfect. Voucher number 333333 never came. 333323 came and so did 333366 attached to a long bill for bottled water. He will be missed.

J. Alex Sciuto
January 30, 1987 - June 28, 2007
Finally at Peace