True Sorrow Is As Rare As True

We're All Going To Die; I'm Just Trying To Make It A Little More Interesting.

Time Apparently Did Nothing But Blunt Grief’s Sharpest Edge So That It Hacked Rather Than Sliced.

Nobody Lives Forever, But We All Shine On.

He Smiles A Lot. But I Think There Might Be Worms Inside Him Making Him Smile.

Speaking Personally, You Can Have My Gun, But You'll Take My Book When You Pry My Cold, Dead Fingers Off Of The Binding.