I'm sure you're right about that, Liz. As a matter of fact, yesterday afternoon I met one of the new tenants across the hall from Bruce's and he did ask what had happened to Bruce. Oooh, I hated having to stand there and contrive fibs-that-were-true-in-a-way, such as "I don't know what happened to him" (well, I don't know if he suicided or had a heart attack!) and "Yeah, the landlord said he just moved out and left all his stuff behind".

The new guy's response to the latter: "Must be nice." (I said nothing, but I hope my face didn't give anything away then!)