genre necropolis

I'll never miss it. Why would I miss it? I'd be better off in a grave. Aimlessly wandering around as if existence comes to something? As if I won't be forgotten in a hundred years, if even a day? "Of course not. No, that's not good for the soul" whimpered THE THING. So what is it? You have no ANSWERS? Than why do you bother. You can't change my mind. Just go on and live what you think you can fulfill even though you know you can't.