Death is like a roller-coaster ride.
Or it is to this extent:
When I climbed into the car and took my seat with all the rest, I considered, while we waited, what awaited us.
What awaited me.
Then I thought: "Well, I'm not the first. Everyone who's ever lived and is now no more has sat in these seats before, and hurtled through the crazy ride which I'm about to share.
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