He Always Had A Problem With The

The Fact That 'a Dirty Job' Has Comedy And Supernatural Horror In It, That Both Are Woven In And Out Of It With A Whimsical Tone, Despite The Fact That It's About Death, Makes It Hard To Characterize With Standard Genre Labels - But I Have No Problem With That. I'd Call It A Funny Story About Death, And Leave It At That.

He Loved Constantly, Instantly, Spontaneously, Without Thought Or Words. That's What He Taught Me. Love Is Not Something You Think About, It Is A State In Which You Dwell. That Was His Gift.

What Is Your Name?" Asked Lear. Caius," Said Kent. And Whence Do You Hail?" From Bonking, Sire." Well, Yes, Lad, As Do We All," Said Lear, "but From What Town?

Winter Near The Shore Is Cold. The Wind Kicks Up A Salty Mist And Elephant Seals Come To Shore To Trumpet And Rut And Birth Their Pups. Retired People Put Sweaters On Their Lap Dogs And Drag Them Down The Street On Retractable Leashes In A Nightly Parade Of Doggy Humiliation. Surfers Don Their Wetsuits Against The Chill Of Storm Waves And White Sharks Adjust Their Diets To Include Shrink-wrapped Dude-snacks On Fiberglass Crackers.

It Was Sometimes Difficult To Reconcile A Man's Talents With His Personality.