Two conclusions follow, die a death, live a death.
Most people die at 25 and aren’t buried until they’re 75.
It was a good day to die.I was in love. The house was clean
O Karma, Dharma, pudding and pieO Karma, Dharma, pudding and pie,gimme a break before I die:grant me wisdom, will, & wit,purity, probity, pluck, & grit.Trustworthy, loyal, helpful, kind,gimme great abs & a steel-trap mind,and forgive,...
The ticking of the clock has gotten so loud.” – 74
If there is a day I don’t think about death. Then I believe I’ve had a bad day.
Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.
Death isn’t a tragedy to God, only to those left behind.