to Couches at the Curb, where forlorn furniture finally gets its funeral.

If seats could talk, how many movies would they recount? How many tales of husbands in the doghouse? And how many TV remotes or bits of TV dinner still hibernate in their cushioned crevasses?

These things we cannot know. Because what was once a family-wide throne is now the trash man’s bounty. So gather close, tell your sofa you love it, and get your fill of curbed couches before they hit the landfill.