My Books Are Not Really Books; Theyre

In My Whole Life, I've Never Vomited From Seeing Something Disgusting. Does It Really Even Happen, Outside Of Movies And Tv? I Believe It May Be A Myth.

I Dont Fear Death So Much As I Fear Its Prologues: Loneliness, Decrepitude, Pain, Debilitation, Depression, Senility. After A Few Years Of Those, I Imagine Death Presents Like A Holiday At The Beach.

One Young Woman's Tribute Describes Unwrapping Her Cadaver's Hands And Being Brought Up Short By The Realization That The Nails Were Painted Pink. "the Pictures In The Anatomy Atlas Did Not Show Nail Polish", She Wrote. "did You Choose The Color? Did You Think That I Would See It? I Wanted To Tell You About The Inside Of Your Hands. I Want You To Know You Are Always There When I See Patients. When I Palpate An Abdomen, Yours Are The Organs I Imagine. When I Listen To A Heart, I Recall Holding Your Heart.

I Don't Write On Topics That Require A Lot Of Urgency. But In 'stiff,' I Wanted To Change People's Hearts About Organ Donation. Whenever I Get A Chance, I Try To Talk About That.

Yes, The Money Could Be Better Spent On Earth. But Would It? Since When Has Money Saved By Government Redlining Been Spent On Education And Cancer Research? It Is Always Squandered. Let's Squander Some On Mars. Let's Go Out And Play.