Why my freinds neighbors don't talk to my freinds

One day, my freind from Springfeild, was having a camp-out with some of his freinds in his backyard. You know, campfire, tents, smores, the works. just as they were toasting the marshmellows, they heard a siren. Firetruck lights were flashing across the street, so he and his freinds followed the truck. They must have followed the truck for about two or three miles, until they saw it. The biggest house in that neighborhood was engulfed in a huge, twisted flame. The people of that house were some of the nicest people you could meet, they gave to charity almost every day, they contributed to local schools, genaraly nice people. The wife and husband were standing outside, staring at the fire, in utter disbelive. The Mrs. of the house was crying, as to be expected, Along with the husband holding her as he looked toward the house. My freind, We'll call him "Chris" came up to the wife and said that he was very sorry for their loss, Chris being the compasionate person he is. The wife faints, and the husband quickly turned around to see my freind, and his freinds. THEY WERE STILL HOLDING THEIR MARSHMELLOWS.