"Not one false note was struck-until he died..." (848). People like "Mr. Z" annoy me. This man in this extremely ironic poem is a very wishy-washy kind of person. One with out many, if any opinions on racy topics. He's not much of a risk taker at all. He's just a person who flies under the radar so he doesn't cause a stir. The irony in the entire poem is that during his whole life, he's been as politically correct as possible. Then, at his funeral, a race comment is made about him, which goes against all that he worked for in his life.