Every time a person passes away whetherr I knew them or not I always fear they are going to come back alive and creep upon me. When my brother passed away three years ago, when it happened I had to keep my bedroom lights on at night for months because I was afraid he would come back alive in the dark. I remember watching an episode of Three's Company where this guy dressed in black was after Jack, and he feared for his life because the guy was going to kill him. And Jack said. "I'd be better off dead", and Larry said, "That's not a bad idea". So they arranged the funeral for Jack...that is when I had to change the channel because John Ritter is really gone. When I saw Jack getting into the coffin, talking, and them shutting the lid, I started getting scared because that really happened to John Ritter...he is really gone!

This is really weird! I was just thinking about that Three's Company ep at work today even though it's been years since I've seen it. Anyway, I've never feel that way when someone dies. I lost a sister to cancer when I was in HS and I was never afraid of the dark or anything. I was actually relieved when she did die because I knew she was in no more pain.

I have never once thought that.