Never Can Say Goodbye

The people from my workplace were going as a group to the "viewing" of our recenly departed friend tonight. I was not among them. It's not that I don't care, because I do. I find the odd custom of gathering around a dead body to be rather morbid and disturbing. I just can't handle it. I was dragged to so many of those damned things as a child...

I want to remember my friend when he was alive and making me laugh. I don't want to have my clearest memory of him become one of him lying dead in a casket, and that's what would happen if I went.

Perhaps I do feel just a bit guilty for not going, but it's for the best...

"Break the bread
Drink the wine
In my heart you'll live forever
The time to go is never right
When we say goodbye..."

Klaus Meine
lyrics from Eye To Eye