Hopefully death will be without pain and I won't be aware that it's coming. It would be beautiful to fall asleep beneath a pine tree, high in the mountains, and to never wake up. Sitting at the window sill on the seventh floor of a high rise in downtown Chicago just counting the cops and caps and wondering why Nature has made things so hard to get at. Thinking about jumping. But that would be as absurd as everything else.
Death is as boring as life. . . .
No more laughing or smiling. No more driving, sweating, hoping, achieving. No more music. No more lasagna on Monday nights. No more schedules, driving around, softball or cards.