I want to write about how it feels to know you're soon to die,
but I don't know if it feels any different than not to know. I'm
dying in a coughing fit or other undignified posture; I'd like to die
just quietly saying "I love you" now and then and then,
stopping. But I will die like myself, however that will be, and it
with all you guys standing around my bed singing to me, either.
fun to remember Bob and his friend whose name I've now forgotten,
"It's Fun to be Dead" with such gusto. I hope it will be