"Everything is just a side effect of dying, my dear Harry," I explained.
"How?"
"Well, everything you do doesn't stop you from dying, does it?"
"No, not exactly."
"Then, my dear friend, everything is just a side effect-"
"Of dying."
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He got it. He finally got it. But what's so good about thinking that way? Well, nothing. Its just that once you know its your time, or close, you expect it. Maybehe won't take my passing so hard now ...yeah?
