Strange how such a morbid little book can leave you so sure of your place in the world. Schadenfreude at its finest?

Reminds me of a story: a woman stands up to memorialize her friend at his funeral and after a few well chosen words, looks fondly at his closed coffin. She then turns to the gathered mourners and ask, "I wonder what he'd be doing now, if he were still alive...SCRATCHING AT THE LID OF HIS COFFIN!"

She then was politely escorted away.