There was a chair in the corner facing the wall and I figured there was some meaning to it. “Look at that chair,” I said to my friend, well, I call him my friend but only for convenience sake. I knew him too well to be an acquaintance and cared for him too little to be a true friend.
But we all have those.
And my friend, an old man with long whiskers and garish green sunglasses said to me a most curious thing.
“I will not look,” he said. “I never look upon the dead.”