Death Is Just Life's Next Big Adventure.

I Think The Willfully Unimaginative See More Monsters. They Are Often More Afraid.

Er-my-nee," Ron Croaked Unexpectedly From Between Them.

Even The Weather Seemed To Be Celebrating; As June Approached, The Days Became Cloudless And Sultry, And All Anybody Felt Like Doing Was Strolling Onto The Grounds And Flopping Down On The Grass With Several Pints Of Iced Pumpkin Juice, Perhaps Playing A Casual Game Of Gobstones Or Watching The Giant Squid Propel Itself Dreamily Across The Surface Of The Lake.

Do Not Pity The Dead, Harry.

Happiness Can Be Found, Even In The Darkest Of Times, If One Only Remembers To Turn On The Light.