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 Personal Narratives
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As I lay here on my deathbed with faded memories and wishes unfulfilled, I can only hope that my stay in another world will be kinder, even if it is to be in hell. For I believe hell will give me a break here and then, which is something that I never enjoyed here in this world.


To deny death when it is staring you in the face is an illusion of the heart and not of the mind. One must therefore, accept the sobering fact that humans are mortals, and hopefully, a peaceful sleep awaits the soul.


I have smelled the sweet aroma of happiness and success. Now without my accord, I must eat the bitter fruits of illness and pain. And I can only wonder how long before I am forced to drink the bitter wine of death.  Yet I do welcome a tall glass of wine, and pray that death will be swift. 


I am ever so grateful for 'Ole Man Death'. He is the most humble friend a man can have. 'Ole Lady Illness' grabs a man and drain his strength and his will from his body and soul. But Ole Death comes very quickly and without warning or pain while granting internal peace.


It is said that man made of clay and born of a woman will never again have life after his death. Well, for me, I couldn't be happier.        


Life without death is meaningless. It would be a house without doors or windows. Death is not an ally nor, is it a foe. Rather, it is simply a mentor. For death teaches a person not to slumber and squander a divine life. It reminds man that there is a limit to his existence. Death teaches us that we are here for a specific purpose. Furthermore, death challenges us to appreciate and enjoy the plentiful bounties of earth, while offering us the opportunity to leave this world with the internal hope that an even better place awaits our souls.


I'm ready to meet God. However, I haven't received an open invitation.                             


The words at my funeral need not be lengthy, nor contain those of undue praises. The simple truth will do.


Mister Death, you came knocking at my door so many years ago, and I quickly shooed you away quicker than a gust of wind. You were as sneaky as a mouse after midnight. Now, the years have taken their toll, and I have left the front door wide open, you, sir, have a personal invite and you needn't knock.


When I die, I certainly don't desire eternal rest; for somewhere, there is always work to be done and things to be conquered.


Brothers and Sisters: There will come a time when you must take that long slow ride that will not be of your accord. It's a ride that all of us must take, and it doesn't matter if you're good, bad, rich or poor.  Now I ask you brothers and sisters are you prepared for your final ride?


Say all the good and bad things of me when I'm alive. Because when I'm dead I will not be able to enjoy numerous praises, and I certainly won't be able to confront and correct my errors.


When a man's eulogy is read he would be surprised to known that most of the folks there only came to see how good or bad he looks as he lies in his 'true suit' (coffin). The other half showed up because they're glad it's not them. And your relatives will dry their tears and sadness after they realize you can't come back from the dead.


You should live your life with love and compassion so when you die, the undertaker will cry as he prepares his body. And at your funeral, the minister is unable to deliver your eulogy because his warm words are strangled by his burning tears. The grave digger refuses to dig you a resting place because he can't stand to throw cold dirt in your face. And with much sadness, the angels struggle with their emotions as they attempt to remove your soul from your physical body.