I couldn’t believe the news! Yesterday another familiar face from this little town dropped dead! He wasn’t very old, I don’t think he was even 50 yet, but maybe he was, still not old in my books. I’ve lived here for 8 years now and have seen more death than the 50 years I lived on the mainland. The sound of a siren makes my blood run cold. And if the phone rings shortly after hearing it, I don’t want to answer it. Everybody knows everybody here and the death of a resident seems to cloak the town in sorrow. R.I.P. my friend, you won’t have to collect bottles anymore.