Unfortunately, more often than not, words begin having a life of their own. Speaking of “nothingness,” if we must, isn’t it obvious that the only instance of it

Unfortunately, more often than not, words begin having a life of their own. Speaking of “nothingness,” if we must, isn’t it obvious that the only instance of it is exactly the (absence of the) very person who is dead, and that it’s us still living who experience it?