By Benjamin Davis Welcome to “What Happened When Frank Died.” In this column, for as long as I’m allowed, I’m going to kill Frank. Like—a lot. Worse, every two weeks, he will then be subjected to a multiverse of afterlives: absurd, funny, brutal, depressing, wild, creepy, heart-wrenching afterlives. Some will be based on existing theories, some on my own demented imaginings. In each, Frank will … Continue reading Frank Died: Holiday Special
By Benjamin Davis Welcome to “What Happened When Frank Died.” In this column, for as long as I’m allowed, I’m going to kill Frank. Like—a lot. Worse, every two weeks, he will then be subjected to a multiverse of afterlives: absurd, funny, brutal, depressing, wild, creepy, heart-wrenching afterlives. Some will be based on existing theories, some on my own demented imaginings. In each, Frank will … Continue reading How Frank Learned to Forgive
By Benjamin Davis Welcome to “What Happened When Frank Died.” In this column, for as long as I’m allowed, I’m going to kill Frank. Like—a lot. Worse, every two weeks, he will then be subjected to a multiverse of afterlives: absurd, funny, brutal, depressing, wild, creepy, heart-wrenching afterlives. Some will be based on existing theories, some on my own demented imaginings. In each, Frank will … Continue reading When Frank Met a True Believer
By then, Frank had lost all reason. He didn’t understand the words spoken over his suited corpse. He didn’t und Continue reading How Frank Became Meat
“Anything. I don’t know where we are, or what this is, or why or anything at all so, if that is what you’re wondering you should press on.” Continue reading What Frank Found in the Field
Mommy, Frank thought, that sounds nice. Continue reading What Happened When Frank Lived (Again)
Over wire-rimmed glasses, Virginia Woolf peers down at the drawing, takes in the words, breathes in an imagined Argentinian starry sky. Continue reading December 14th 1922
“Do you forgive me?” God called after him. Continue reading What Frank Had to Say to God Almighty
She wishes that she had kept a written record of all the epic bloody nonsense that has come out of his mouth over the years, because she could have gained some kind of minor social media fame and parlayed a book deal out of it to boot. Continue reading Gillian
People milled about with clipboards, making notes with short black pencils. Continue reading What Happened When Frank Learned to Count
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