A premature death does not only rob one of the countless instances where one would have experienced pleasure, it also saves one from the innumerable instances where one would have experienced pain.

Death would be an extremely bad thing like most of us paint it, if being dead were painful.

Most sane human beings who have managed to attain and retain fame each uses it to dramatically increase their name’s chances of being remembered until Jesus comes back, since their heart cannot do what they consciously or unconsciously lust for, that is to say, for it to beat until Jesus returns.

Your relationship or marriage is dead or dying, if you almost always have to remind your partner to miss you (and/or they almost always have to remind you to miss them).

It is impossible to separate the art of living from the art of dying, because to be living is to be dying.

Death devours not only those who have been cooked by old age; it also feasts on those who are half-cooked and even those who are raw.

Losing some faculties is worse than losing your life.

Many a survivor of a plane crash who is or was against cannibalism and had never eaten human flesh once found themselves in a situation where they had to either eat human flesh, or go the way of all flesh.

Many a death was precipitated by the food, the job, or the medication whose main function was to postpone it.