Lemony Snicket
I heard once of a man who wanted desperately to be remembered after his death, so he spent his youth writing and rewriting his last words, and his old age repeating them every five minutes so that if he died at that moment the words he had prepared would be overheard by someone. At last, on his deathbed, someone asked him the time.
Lemony Snicket
Everybody will die, of course, sooner or later. Circus performers will die, and clarinet experts will die, and you and I will die, and there might be a person who lives on your block, right now, who is not looking both ways before he crosses the street and who will die in just a few seconds, all because of a bus. Everybody will die, but very few people want to be reminded of that fact.