We attempt to picture it - an optimistic Hallmark angel, a pessimistic grim reaper, sexy Valkyries, three inflexible old women with snipped threads, Cher's Greatest Hits.
A: "He's dead."
B: "Oh, he isn't dead, Bobby - not as long as you think of him, remember him in your heart. He'll never die as long as he lives in your heart."
Like that'll stand up in court. Feels good though, doesn't it? What can I say, I'm a cynic. You can't touch a memory, you can't hug a memory, you can't punch a memory in the face. Memory is not life.
To die: to sleep;
Continued in Part 2