There are also the quiet types. Those with solid, sordid and solemn periods enveloping existence with eerie silence. Silence is scary. It connotes tips of icebergs hiding what's underneath with a veil of false serenity.
But there are also the commas. The endings of novel trilogies. And while the author contemplates the grand finale, the characters lie still in the cupboards, also contemplating the pseudo-life they just had.