“But there is a possibility that I’ll just cease to be. That there’ll be no seeing Grandma, my childhood pet, talking with Moses and Einstein, peering into the heart of supernovas and watching Hitler scrubbing toilets.”
I love Waiter Rant. Anyone who can lie on an operating table thinking about Hitler scrubbing toilets has got a great attitude about life and death.
I’m glad you didn’t step into the light, Steve. We still need you here.