I have been thinking recently about what death must feel like, and I imagine it isn’t much different than being born. I don’t remember being born, but it couldn’t have been all that bad. You come from a dark and warm and safe place and are thrown into a world that is very much the opposite. If death is birth in reverse, so to speak, then I hope you just go home to a warm and dark and safe place. (And for God’s sake, before anyone says anything about this, I’m speaking figuratively when I talk about the way in which we tunnel into the afterlife.)

So: That sounds OK to me. I would like it if it went that way. Yeah.