It’s still going on. I guess it will be until Redmond quits, dies or is jailed.
Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.
Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives.
The day you stop clapping at a gig is the day your soul dies.
It’s either not good enough and dies altogether, or it develops.
I feel like part of me will die when John Goodman dies.