Dying Is The Last Thing I Would

I Was Surprised. I'd Always Associated Belief In Heaven With, Frankly, A Kind Of Intellectual Disengagement. But Gus Wasn't Dumb.

I Leaned In Toward Her, Suddenly Overwhelmed With The Feeling That We Must Kiss.

Anyway, That Was The Last Good Day I Had With Gus Until The Last Good Day.

They Couldn't Bear The Idea Of Death Being A Big Black Nothing.

It's Just That I Learned A While Ago That The Best Way To Get People To Like You Is Not To Like Them Too Much.