I just didn't want to admit that he was dead.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Look at me, I'm getting defensive about something that happened so many years ago, somebody said. I'll have to find out who that was and if he's still alive.
He was a great patriot, a humanitarian, a loyal friend; provided, of course, he really is dead.
He is dead in this world who has no belief in another.
I ought not to speak about the dead because the dead are all over the place.
I didn't think I was going to die. I knew some did. I knew there were some rumors.
I know you aren't supposed to speak ill of the dead.
Rather, like the anarchists of the last century, he didn't care if he was killed or not. They just wanted to be known. We found no trace of any conspiracy.
He never admitted anything, even on his deathbed. He was a deluded liar. If it weren't for my father, I don't think I would be so open. So that's a huge blessing.
I wanted to acknowledge that life goes on but that death goes on, too. A person who is dead is a long, long story.
The reason so many people turned up at his funeral is that they wanted to make sure he was dead.