Don't get me wrong, I am as sensitive as most people about death and dying. If it is up close and personal it is horrible. On the other hand, if it ia... someone else involved then it's sort of, gee, too bad and pass the sugar please.But I sure as hell did not care to make a living by working around the dead. I'd rather be a hamburger flipper for Big Mack or something. But "landscape technician" was the only job available and I needed to work to eat.When Big Solar Electronic Industries decided to. Who is the fool then?The surprised supposed victim, or the devious, nefarious liar? Have you as the giver of your heart and trust all this time together really lived a less full life compared to the partner that has died each day a death of cowardice and lies? They rest their heads next to a person they haven't the guts to be honest with? Is ignorance truly bliss? Is pride that comes before the fall bitterer?We live this one life only once. Perhaps at the end of our mortal veil, once removed,. One day when I was returning from my office around 8 I saw there daughter playing outside and I went to play with her and after a while her father came out and took her in as it was getting night, and his face looked all pale, later at night when I went to have dinner at there house the whole house was silent today and after dinner I asked my landlord what was the matter?He just smiled and said nothing but I knew something was wrong so I told his to tell the truth and if I can I would help him,. Agar unhe pata chal jaye to mai to gaya. Uss raat hum dono phone par lagbhag 2 ghanto tak ek doosare se batein karte rahe.aur batohi bato main. usne kaha ki use aaj sex karna hi hai.lekin uski familyghar par hone ke karan hum chhat par nahi mil sakte the.tabhi muze idea aaya ki kyu na mai barkha ke bed room ke pipe se uper chhadh jau.idea bura nahi tha aur barkha man bhi gai.usne apne room ka door lock kiya.aur muze uper ane ka ishara kiya.barka aur mera bed room ek ke niche ek hone ke karan.