I just told a woman I was sorry she lost her husband.
No, he didn't wander off, he actually died. She didn't misplace him. In fact, I bet she knows where he is right this minute.
I try to use real words, but I often try to soften the harshness of death with some cutsie words like "pass away." Pass away sounds like you're playing Hearts and passing three of your least liked cards to the next player.
Why can't I just say, "I'm sorry your husband died?" No, I had to make it sound as if she'd left him at the mall accidentally.
I hate it when I do that.
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The last time someone tried to break such news to me it was. Ralph's gone.
Gone where was my initial thought.
Second thought: gone crazy.
third thought: robbed a bank and is on the run.
fourth thought: dead.
fifth thought: yea, dead.
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