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Today in 1809, Willie Fisher, mercilessly satirised in 'Holy Willie’s Prayer' enjoyed his last full day on earth, stumbling
into a ditch during a snowstorm and dying of exposure. Although it would enhance deliciously the poet's assault on him as
a 'whited sepulchre' or hypocrite, the widespread assumption that this staunch Calvinist was drunk must remain speculation.
In any event, the spiritually complacent Kirk elder would discover soon enough whether he was after all, one of the 'elect',
singled out for salvation. This encounter with the devil long pre-dated his actual demise. William Fisher, however hard
to like, at least had the satisfaction of outliving his epitaph, and its author, by thirteen years.