“The best thing about dying is that you don’t have to face the grief of your loved ones afterwards. While others face the invariable tragedy of your passing, you succumb to darkness and become nothing while tears are shed, over and over, for the loss of your kind, sweet soul or your easy, disarming smile. When you die, there is no more responsibility, no need to please or cater to others. No one expects anything more from you. You become an object of sadness, a name and a memory that people promise to treasure forever. Death makes everything easier. At least for the lucky bastard who dies.”