Homeless people don't die. When I was really little, my mother and I used to pass by this one funky homeless woman on the way to school. She'd screech at us and wouldn't move out of the way. When I was a tad bit older, my brother and me (no pun intended
) would laugh and make fun of her.
Fast forward to last summer, i'm out walking the streets and I see her sitting at that same street, but she doesn't recognize me. I for one am glad. I gave her a few bucks.