The closest I've come to seeing death was when my Rat Widow died. She actually died while I was holding her, her being the youngest and the last one to go. That was bad... but Friday I saw a Man I did not know die of a heart attack. I'm not getting into the story. I'll just say that I and three of my friends were the only ones there in the antique shop besides the dying man and his wife. We stayed, and were no help at all except maybe for emotional support. At least she wasn't alone. Then again having four bimbo's running around trying to call 911 and having no idea what to do for you...might not be that much comfort.

Either way the man's face has yet to leave my mind. The fact that I never saw him living also bothers me. I was in the back of the shop, and only saw him after he had fallen. They aren't having a funeral either. Which is weird. I'll have this one experience with this woman watching her watch her husband die, and probably never see her again. It's sad.

Other than that...I should probably draw...
But I made a scarf....