I don't want to die alone, which I guess means I don't want to die.

Look at that house, so quiet and willing. If there is a good way to die, that's it out there. Graceful and calm in the face of inevitability. It feels generous, almost. Beauty and reassurances are not for ourselves. Of course death will come. And of course there is no good way to die. There is no peace. A weight will not lift. A leaf will not fall. But we can pretend.

I love my puppy. I love that he is so young and full of life, and that he will still die first.

Death is not the end. Death is the credits rolling. The movie was over a while ago.