The Man Who Lived in the Cemetery, Part 3

Part 3

J started his cemetery time with the most recently deceased. 

If I were a completely omnipotent narrator I could tell you why, sadly as someone who just does this for a hobby and gives it away for free I am not nearly omnipotent so I can only guess at J’s motivation. 

My guess is that he hoped to run into people he actually knew.  The moral superiority one feels when one is still alive and knows someone who no longer is can be intoxicating.  One feels like one deserves to still be breathing air while the other person was either unlucky and fell to a tragic fate or somehow deserved to no longer be a collection of chemicals possessed by a delusion of free will.

Those are the only two ways someone winds up dead as far as I can tell.

They aren’t mutually exclusive either.  To some folks the death of (redacted) would be a terrible tragedy;  (pronoun redacted) was unlucky and the death was premature.

Others would feel that the (gender-specific-expletive redacted) had it coming.

Eye of the beholder and all that.

I wonder if that’s what Led Zeppelin meant by “There are two paths you can go by” in Stairway to Heaven.

Never thought of it that way, did you?

Anyway, sorry J, we’ll get back to you momentarily.