No stranger to dancing with angels on the head of a pin, Vincent Anthony Piazza took his final bow and exited stage left on May 6th, 2020. He is survived by his mother, Carolyn Zanko; stepfather, Alcide “Butch” Bennett; his wife, Shannon Fletcher; their son, Kagan Fletcher- Piazza; his siblings, Norman, Ernest, and Darlene Ulrich, Georgia Piazza; and many other family, friends, and vagabonds.
Vincent is remembered by the countless people who experienced him as a true artist, moral trickster, entertainer extraordinaire, and a great man. He is interred in the Piazza tomb in Greenwood Cemetery, watching over the drifting spirits played off by the streetlight blues.
That overflowing emptiness of the loss of a wandering soul, that hollow wracking that fills you like whiskey, burning all the way down as you float higher--that is left by the passing of Vincent Piazza. It teases on the edges of perception, wavering between this world and the next, like cigarette smoke wafting away into the night. Somewhere simultaneously on the coasts of San Francisco, the rainy cobble French Quarter, and along the dusty desert trails of Santa Fe, the sounds of Coyote laughing echo faintly, like old records playing from somewhere you can’t seem to find. May he rest in peace.