Low "Man" on Prospect

What meaning can be gleaned from the strewn tatters of Arthur Miller's Death of a Salesman found all down Prospect Ave. this evening in Fanklin Hills?

WILLY, his terror rising: It's a mistake.
THE WOMAN: Then tell him to go away!
WILLY: There's nobody there.

This must be the universe speaking. Right? A sign! Portents! Nah.