♪ [music] ♪ It’s me. Unspeakable tragedy.
Tragedy that is so hard to talk about because it’s so bad.
A friend of mine died under terrible circumstance suddenly and was also angry
at me at the time. I could tell you more about it, but I can’t,
and I don’t want to. And you don’t want to hear about it.
And that is the gift of the unspeakable tragedy.
No chit-chat. It’s bad. Change the subject. Act weird. Avoid me. Avoid eye contact.
Avoid any discussion of anything meaningful at all. Menopause.
Armed robbery. Bankruptcy. Death of someone who’s old.
Let’s say herpes. You could talk about that all day, join a group.
It’s kind of a delight. It’s the difference between your car
hitting a deer and having to talk about it with the insurance people and doing all
the paperwork, but if a deer ate your brother… ♪ [music] ♪ That’s paranormal shit.
In this day and age where everyone wants to share everything,
you finally have something that’s so horrible, no one
wants to talk about it. ♪ [music] ♪