I love Dead People

Do you ever have things you want to do or things you know you should do but you avoid them like the plague??  I do it all the time.  But not for normal procrastinating reasons.  And not because I just don't want to do them- sometimes I really want to do them.  fact about me: when I start something I want to finish it immediately.  This is why it is hard for me to read.  I LOVE reading but once I start it sort of consumes my life.  Also, genealogy.  I can't stand not finding what I'm looking for so I sacrifice sleep, my social life, basically anything that is not manditory to keep looking.  These really good things consume every spare second I have and suddenly they are not so great- totally my fault.  I need to be better at self discipline.  Anyway, I recently discovered a new thing that has been consuming my time.  (if you will notice I haven't blogged in a few days because of it.)  Indexing. (Indexing = transcribing vital records so that they are easy to read) I've been avoiding this for years.  But I finally gave in and started.  probably sounds boring to some but I have a morbid curiosity with dead people.  Not with the actual body (even that is questionable- forensics also fascinates me) but the "who were they?"  I was indexing death records the other day and I was literally crying on my couch.  Most of them are just old people dying of natural causes but there were two that really caught my interest.  One was an 18 year old black man, died from a gun shot wound to the head.  Murdered outside a cafe in Texas in 1968.  The other was a 20 year old housewife who committed suicide. Lysol poisoning.  I start wondering who these people were and what circumstances brought each of them to that point.  was he involved with the wrong people or was he a victim of racial injustice?  was she mentally unstable or was her marriage so bad she saw no other way out?  It really makes no difference but I love figuring people out -and the WHY just fascinates me- people fascinate me.