"we spend our whole lives trying to stop death. Eating, inventing,loving, praying... fighting, killing. But what do we reallyknow about death? Just that nobody comes back. But there comes a point in life... a moment... when your mind out lives its desires... its obsessions... when your habits... survive your dreams... and when your losses... Maybe death is a gift. - You wonder.- That's it. All I can tell you is that by this time tomorrow I'll be dead. I know when. I just can't say why." - The Life of David Gale
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