..."Death cannot kill what never dies" Death separates the bests of us. Rich or poor. Smart or dumb. Black or white. Pretty or Ugly. Girl or boy. Quirk or quirkless. Many grieve over the death of those they love. Whether it is shock of what happened, or what never will. They have different ways of handling this shock. Some blame it on others while others hide what they feel inside. But for me it's different, I don't care. I'm not heartless, I have a heart. But what's the point of grieving over them, if they never left?