It is about her death, but it is also about our life together, we were married 23 wonderful years,

If We Had Perfect Lives We Would Kill Ourselves Out Of Bordom.

They didn't get dignity in life. They might as well get dignity in death.

My problem isn't death but old age. I fret about my lack of balance, my buckling knee, my difficulty standing up and sitting down.

I came, I was, I went.

a promise is nothing but a delaid lie.