A vulture waiting to feast on putrefying dead meat in the savanna of Africa. (As seen in Snows of Kilimanjaro, 1952) I just discovered a breed of humans who only manifest in the social circle when someone is dead or when death is imminent. Repeatedly, I have seen this happening with certain individuals among my relatives, and I am sure it is not a pure coincidence. And I am not talking about the funeral parlour or undertaker! More than once, when someone was at the tail-end of her life stricken with the big C, these people were nowhere to be seen - all the get-together and simple quality visits were insignificant and never participated. Once the heart goes into asystole, they spring into action like a bear up from hibernation or a hippopotamus re-surfacing after a long submerge underwater, saying, "So much to do, so little time!" It takes all to make the world go around. And they would disappear until somebody else kicks the buck...
It is all Mimesis