Jack Paper Jack Paper lived to be one hundred and three, and as were his wishes, his funeral was a private affair held in the little church overlooking the clean blue waters of the gulf after which he was interred at sea just off the coast of Prince Edward Island, where he’d spent all his respectable adult years. The boat-crew that ferried him on that final voyage, were salt weathered, taciturn and hardened by life, but if you’d been at the bar later that night and sitting at the right table, you would have heard them talk in low, slow…