Death haunts my ever living corpse and it haunts the crevasses of my soul. Death brings pain to the human spirit and death brings joy to the heartless. My spirit is crushed beyond the point where it may be salvagable... Morbid thoughts run through my head... Trying to find means of justification for the torment that the end of another life brings. I am not dead... I live on. What is the reason for this?? By the way.... my uncle Peter from Belfast died Tuesday night from a diseased liver. He was an alcoholic. Finally, he is free from his addiction, and he will suffer no more...