getting over it

I did two days work in a tiny speck of a town, where everyone smiles at you because they want to be friendly to the "newcomer", just in case you decide to stay. In the speck of the town, where many people already know my name, I found out theories on life, by accident. One guy, David, thinks everything is about sex, and I was about to berate him when I thought about it. We're born because of it, we feel we are living when we do it and we're dead when we're no longer having it, unless you're into necrophilia or religion. Then there was Mary, who thought the community was the essence of her life. At first I thought this was a rather selfless attitude, but then I realised she needed the community as much as it needed her input. There was another guy (can't remember his name) who was putting in a death notice and he was laughing and joking about things. I imagine humour is a vital thing to him. Either that, or he didn't like the person who died...

Do you think this is right? That the first and last word of a story tells you a lot about either the story or the author? I suppose if the auther used a lot of dull words they would hypothetically be a dull person... Or not? Hmm.