Epitaph

Here lies the body of Mister Paniker who at the end of his panicking days agreed to lie still for a while. It's not known what happened to his soul if indeed he ever had one. He wasn't quite unlike any of us while he lived; his flesh to tell the truth often revolted and upset his delicate sensibility. Space he could never control to his liking; his sense of time you know wasn't strong either. He had of course in his wallet many a theory; the things he could touch however told him a different story. All his life he was patiently learning how not to live at all. Who knows perhaps given another chance he might do a better job of it than before. And you who pass by do not stop here for long but move on quietly to the nearest graveyard that may be waiting for you.