Why did he ask that? What is his intention? Why would he be so nosy about my state of being?
Belabor a simple question with no ulterior meaning to death. Hammer it crush it grind it down. There's got to be a pony in there somewhere.
My gawd people. GET A GRIP. Sometimes a cigar is just a smoke. Nothing more. Nothing less. No hidden agenda. No tertiary meaning. No shading or clouding or implying.
Simplicity is always suspect. Imagine that?
rusureamisure? 