I suppose those who don't commit to their debauchery well enough.

[ except can they please actually ]

People like their optimism, the buoy to cling to in something otherwise hopeless. [ And he pauses a moment, picks at a nail because she's voicing something aloud that he realizes he hasn't really been allowing himself to admit, and that's not something he does. ] But then I imagine the lack of reason is just as jarring as their being dead!