If dying is that pleasant, I’ll look forward to it.
My mother passed away in her sleep. That is the best way to go.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my Lord my soul to keep. And if I die before I wake, I pray my Lord my soul to take. That was my childhood bedtime prayer. It’s strange that we’d teach our children such gruesome prayers. I suppose like Grim’s Fairy Tales, they prepare us for life.
So, I’ll spend eternity waking up every 75 minutes?
To die sleep…no more, To die, perhaps to dream. What dreams may come?