Don't send me flowers when I'm dead. If you like me, send them while I'm alive.
How convenient it is to forget those of us who are ill. For friends and family, each of us a memento mori You don't come around any more, because we are ghastly and just no fun. Your loss-- while we are alive and also when dead. Come to our funerals, if you must, but remember our survivors know who you are,
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