I once ended a relationship with a girl because of her pre-dominant obsession with death. Not the act of dying or what comes after, but corpses and their ghosts.
A few years later, thinking about what we had and when we had it, I think I'm beginning to understand.
But she's a real, live mortician now and I don't think I could have dealt with that. I'd rather keep digging things up.
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