Pet SematarySOMETIMESDEAD IS BETTER The house looked right, felt right to Dr Louis Creed. Rambling, old, unsmart and comfortable. A place where the family could settle; the children grow and play and explore. The rolling hills and meadows of Maine seemed a world away from the fume choked dangers of Chicago. Only the occasional big truck out on the two lane highway, grinding up through the gears, hammering down the long gradients, growled out an intrusive threat.