The last was written by Fylo T. Marnsworth way back in 1883. Fylo invented Smellyvision but went broke because no one would consider buying his recordings of Le Pétomane. In despair he took to pottery and made well over 200 misshapen jugs and jars before realizing he was actually meant for poetry, and the results of that are hardly less than well known. Fylo never married, but spent his life with his cats; when he died he left everything to them (did I mention he had inherited millions of rupees from an uncle with the East India Company?) but his will was broken by evil companions and his wealth dissipated in Denver's dissolute dives. Broken hearted, Fylo died of a heart attack in a charity ward for consumptive lepers in 1884 while visiting a friend. He is buried in Potter's Field at Wogharts in Blivetshire. As a side note, he possessed of both the Victoria Cross and the Medal of Honor, but both were taken from him and given to their rightful owners.