Photo Source: Flickr They come and go. We had enjoyed months of peace since the last man passed away. No-one to wake us in the middle of the night; no-one to struggle through the house, tripping and leaving things in disarray. Really, we ought to have felt sorry for the man. It wasn't his fault he was elderly. It wasn't his fault he was ill. But we knew exactly where he was going. And we knew he'd be better off when he joined our side. We knew when he'd reach our side too. He...