Dead Man's Party

People are weird.

Here's what happened: About a month ago, one of the tenants in our apartment building died. It was all a very big, overly dramatic deal because he kicked it in his armchair and the paramedics had to take him away under a blanket. Morbid!

It wasn't someone I knew, so I didn't exactly mourn his loss. Call me a cold hearted bitch but whatever. People die every single day and I just can't be sad for all of them.

Anyways, they finally got around to cleaning out his place but there was some stuff left over. We received a notice on our door that today, God's holy day, the manager will open the dead guy's apartment and allow everyone to pick through the last of his belongings like some kind of post-mortem swap meet.

Neighbors were giddily plucking through a bunch of crap they didn't need, some of them taking armloads of second-hand dead guy stuff back to their place.

Somehow, I just don't find that type of behavior appropriate. When someone dies, some people practically fall over themselves trying to get first dibs on the deceased's personal belongings. It's tacky and lame.

Even I have more respect for the dead than that.