Jon Chapman, great-great-grandson of American folk hero Johnny Appleseed, grinned for the camera.
“I declare this orchard,” he paused for effect, “delicious.”
The crowd went wild.
Jon had been doing these events his entire life. Visiting orchards, biting into an apple, saying a few words, and getting a big check for his time and travel expenses.
As the apple fell, Jon started feeling nauseous. When he reached his hotel room, he couldn’t see straight. His body was discovered by the hotel staff the next day.
The coroner declared it a result of accidental cyanide poisoning.
Only the maid saw the note, “I hate apples.”
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Being a professional descendent has its drawbacks ;-).
HAHA – Oh man poor Jon.
Suicide?? Nothing like being killed by your own great-great-grandpa!
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