People die every week a block away from us.
"Where the St. Martin's funeral service? But only the remains are being sent there. They don't actually die there."
I'm not talking about the dead; I'm talking about living. The ones left behind.
"So what do you gonna do about it?"
I'll visit the dying, and will pay respect to the remains of their love ones.
"But your a stranger"
Well, that's the point.
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