An IRS agent knocked on the door of the county's most prosperous textile manufacturer who was behind in his tax payments. "Is Fred home?" he asked the woman who answered the door. "Sorry," the woman replied. "Fred's gone for cotton." The next day the agent tried again. "Is Fred here today?" "No, sir," the woman said. "I'm afraid Fred has again gone for cotton." When he returned the third day he offered a statement instead of a question. "I suppose Fred is gone for cotton again?" "No," the woman answered. She wiped a tear from her eye. "Fred died yesterday." Suspecting he was being avoided, the tax collector decided to wait a week and investigate the cemetery himself as a way of confirming that Fred had died. Sure enough, there was poor Fred's tombstone with the following inscription: "Gone, But Not For Cotton."