Whoever is host for the century circulates among the guests and soon a theological, or commercial, or scientific, or charitable explanation makes the conversational rounds. Socially dead, we do not speak but meet scrutiny with silence and a nervous smile. Just turn them over to us. We know their special needs. Too this, not enough that.
Exceptional bodies are what mark some for social death.
So-called invisible disabilities, once outed, are only slightly less damning than the rest.