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We all get to the end.
We are murdered in our sleep.
We die peacefully.
We fall.
We are tripped.
Our cars fail.
We are crushed.
We all end.
It all stops for every one of us.
Most of us watch the ones around us get there first, and when it happens, it terrifies us.
We don’t have to be.
We have the choice of dignity.
Of grace.
Of poise.
Of Wild continence.
The end isn’t a choice.
How we handle it is.