People mourn differently, I groused into the phone. Do you think I’m a real jerk, I later asked. They wouldn’t understand, I said uncertainly. Death is difficult for the living, I then complained. I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral, I added to myself. The loss in no less, you know this. But they’d look at me funny anyway, I’m sure. This seems more like Auden’s scene, I concluded. That’s not me; I do it differently.
Goodbye. I love you. I’m off to misbehave. Catch you on the flipside.