Why Can't the Dead

Why can't the dead
stay dead?
Not haunted
in the usual sense,
but it's those
deadly details
that linger
raising the specter
of was that done
or this?
Does he or
was he that?
Death and taxes:
both still full of
unknown answers.
Mentally,
I can see him shrug.
But
I don't want to deal
with it either.
Not like I can call
and ask.
Silence or
mere sounds
of ancient memories.
Bad enough
he died;
just wish
all those details
died with him.