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Everybody dies alone.

From kitchen help to Congressman,

well-loved or hated.

When we make that final journey,

when we face the dark,

the final step is ours to take.


Maybe people said goodbye,

maybe more are waiting,

but the trip between is ours alone.


Everybody dies alone.

It can’t be done with a partner.

People who die at the same time,

do not see one another.

Each death is a thing unique,

and can never be shared.

It was your life.

It will be your death.


Everybody dies alone.

But we do not have to live that way.