“How many people have you made love to, who are now dead?” asked my wife in bed this morning. It felt like the 1st line of a short story.
— Neil Gaiman (@neilhimself) August 1, 2013
Such a random thing to ask. And yet, such a mystical thing to ponder.
I wonder, what would happen if we applied this question in a broader sense? If we asked how many people one had made love to who are now spiritually dead, or emotionally dead?
Or, to be more macabre, how many people had one made love to who were dead at the time?