Not that it should have mattered. But I’m Southern so it did. It mattered a lot. As long back as I can remember, whenever someone told Mama and Daddy about a person who, all a sudden just up and died, the conversation would, with some variation, go like this: “Did you hear ‘bout Jamison Jackson? Found him dead this morning.” “Oh no! Are you serious?” Mama or Daddy would ask. Not that anyone would joke about someone being dead but when a surprise comes, we often say things that don’t make a lot of sense.