"To himself everyone is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know that he is dead."
Samuel Butler
'Have you thought about putting arrangements in place...?' she inquired, brightly.
When I realised what sort of arrangements she referred to, I was obliged to re-evaluate my present levels of forward planning. There, in the middle of a busy shopping precinct, was a representative from a purveyor of funeral packages. I hope that rather than being in denial I am somewhere closer to Anaïs Nin's sentiment that people living deeply have no fear of death.
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