Day of the Dead

I had a notion earlier that I should name online all those I have loved but are now dead.

Stephen was one, Jack was another, and David was a third.

After that I gave up. Several hundred names would bore you.

As a gay man who has lived for thirty years  through an epidemic that was both avoidable and preventable, the names of those who died are less important than the determination of all of us, that future deaths should be avoided.

Here's a hint.