Too Soon?

I had worked with an amazing talk radio host for many years.  We were great friends.  So it saddened me when I learned that he had passed away one day when I pulled into the radio station.

The program director had asked to speak with me and closed the door behind me.  I thought I had done something wrong or was about to get fired.  It was then that he then told me of **CENSORED** passing.  I was distraught.  Shock was hardly the word that could justify how I felt.
After about 30 minutes behind closed doors, I regained my composure.  I opened the door to the program directors office and walked out.  I am a sentimental kind of person.  I wanted to sit at my friends desk and just think about him and where he was at the moment.

When **CENSORED** desk came into view I noticed a crowd of people huddled around it.  At first, I thought people were paying their respects.  I was wrong.  Goddamn vultures were rummaging through my friends belongings taking what they wanted.  I was furious.  These people had no respect for the deceased.  I yelled at the at the top of my lungs to get the fuck out of there.  I am not a violent man but I wanted to kick all of their asses.