Tale Thirty-Three

       Emmanuel passed the flag-draped coffin inside the rotunda of the Capitol
Building. "It's about time!" he grumbled. "After standing for six hours in the
cold." 
        Of course he had conned some people into giving him their spots in line. One
of them was a feeble old lady. 
        With Emmanuel it was always about his own personal comfort. He would gladly
step on anyone else's toes to get it. 
        Emmanuel was not a fan of politics. He was a curiosity seeker. Misfortune of
others always got his adrenaline pumping. 
        He remembered how while standing in line, he saw a young woman crying out in
agony, "Moments like this make it impossible to enjoy being  alive!"　
         "Nonsense!" Emmanuel scoffed to himself. "I love my life. There is
absolutely no excuse not to!"  
         It never once occurred to Emmanuel that the reason why he loved life so much
was because he never had to work or struggle for anything. It's easy to love
life when it contains absolutely no obstacles. What a relief that some
charitable soul was always willing to do his grunt work for him.
         "Okay, I've seen it!" he remarked as he passed the coffin. "Time to go
home!"
         As he descended those long steps, he couldn't help but notice that there were
lots and lots of police officers surrounding the area. 
             "If there are very few people at their houses in D.C. today, "
Emmanuel reasoned. "And the cops are all here....time to get me a new
TV!"