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Well, I wouldn't leave this world BEFORE my beloved, and, I'd not want to be a part of it WITHOUT her...
So, we'd be going, together, and, well...
Cremation. On top of one another. Tendons not cut.
Gettin' jiggy with it, all the way to the great beyond!
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"O' Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done;"
"The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;" - Walt Whitman / Leaves Of Grass.
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