The problem with the dead was that they all wanted someone to listen to them.
I think this is true of the living as well. But when you are dead, perhaps there are fewer people able to hear your story. When I was writing this part of the book, I tried to imagine what it might be like to continue on in an afterlife where you had moved off the main stage where the living were. Would you be full of regrets? What kind of existence would that be? Perhaps after all, what’s most important to us is to connect with other people.
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