It’s a fascinating thing, the person you become when you die. No matter how eventful and full your life was all that matters is the fact that you’r gone. You’re a tombstone now. How you died is the most notable or memorable thing you did, or what anybody talks about. Even if people reflect on the highlights of your life, it’s always gotta end with some depressing statement like “they were gone too soon”, “I can’t believe there gone”, “too bad they’re not here anymore, or “where were you when you got the news?”
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