He was not a sadist. But he loved to watch funerals. It was the only way he could make peace with the world. He would sit far off from the gathering and watch all of them shed tears over the body of the departed. They won't notice him - the body would always be the center of their attention. They would stand there with their heads hanging in guilt for not having spent enough time with the owner of the body. He would watch them shed tears, hear them say nice things, feel them feel fear of the unknown. He had been there too - as a bemoaner of a dear one. And he will be there sometime again - as a body. They all mourn, they all will be mourned for. It was peaceful to find everyone so miserable, so helpless in the face of death. It did not really matter where he would go from there and what he would go after - he will end up as a body being watched by people known and unknown. He might as well spend his lifetime closeby. Peacefully...
