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No reason. He wasn’t a bad man courting bad things to offset what he brought to this world. He was a good man, enjoying a good life and then – he’s gone. No reason. Nothing one can use for a eulogy. Well, he did this and that and God had a meeting and it was decided he should be called up. Like it was the military. Sorry, you’ve been drafted. Only you don’t get to serve and go home. You’re well and truly off this plain and – who knows, somewhere else. It’s not fair. It never is. There are no rules, no matter what your particular good book says – there are no rules. You go when the tide is wrong, the driver had too much to drink, the clot moved left and not right. Shit happens, to be coarse and yet it’s all too real. No reason. That’s how it should begin. The last word, the praises, the joys he gave. No reason. It just happened. Wrong place, wrong time. Could have been the guy on the next beach towel over sunning his back, wearing a Rolex, reading a Lee Child novel while his wife chatted with the lifeguard. No reason to help us understand.