'[...] given how fast the first forty-two years have shot by it's not going t be long before I too pass away, whoever imagined that there was a more truthful way to put it than "die," "pass away," the very sound of it makes me feel the way I feel at dusk on a wintry Sunday--'

'Anybody got the time? How long we been in here, three hours?'

'And not only that, but everybody who knows me or even knows I exist will die, [...]'