Thursday, September 06, 2007


There is no romantic way to die and there is no romantic way to be found dead. Whether you die in the arms of a loved one after a short and painless illness, or are found washed up on the banks of the Thames with your limbs in a Co-Op carrier bag fastened around your neck, the long and short of it is that you are dead.

Most, I believe, would choose the former.

1 comment:

Complex Girl said...

I am one of those most. I hope you get to be one too.