O sleepers! what a thing is slumber! Sleep resembles death. Ah, why then dost thou not work in such wise as that after death thou mayst retain a resemblance to perfect life, when, during life, thou art in sleep so like to the hapless dead?

Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.

When I'm dead, I want to be remembered as a musician of some worth and substance.

What will I be doing in 20 years time? I'll be dead, darling! Are you crazy?

When I'm dead, are they going to remember me? I don't really think about it, it's up to them. When I'm dead, who cares? I don't.

I guess I just process death differently than some folks. Realizing you're not going to see that person again is always the most difficult part about it. But that feeling settles, and then you are glad you had that person in your life, and then the happiness and the sadness get all swirled up inside you.