(This is originally from June 5, 2003, but I liked it so much I thought I would include it here.)
Imagine a person with terminal cancer.
They've been on chemo for almost four years. Hair is falling out in patches. Daily pain. The remissions are few and fleeting. They become a shadow of their former selves. And towards the end, they lose the will to go on. The war ends with the bittersweet release of death. No more pain. A new journey into the afterlife.
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