Odd, isn't it? You know when your birthday is, but not your death day, even though you pass the date year after year, never suspecting that some day.

here, there, and everywhere"-an opinionated riddle.

I was terrified of funerals.

I still have this deep-down fear that if I go poking into the bushes I might find a dead body.

I never thought that people my own age could die, let alone be murdered. Things like that didn't happen in 1955. The suburbs were a safe place, where nobody even locked their doors.

A story comes to you; it isn't like you choose it. You have no real control.

I think it's dead bodies that really haunt me.