Don't call it death; call it moving to Heaven.

The stupid person's idea of the clever person. [on Aldous Huxley, in Spectator magazine, 1936]

For the Christian, death is not the end of adventure but a doorway from a wold where dreams and adventures shrink, to a world where dreams and adventures forever expand.

This is how most stories end in the hospital. Not with crash carts and sirens and electric shocks to the chest, but with an empty room, a crisp white bed, silence.

Thus began a break of undetermined length and meaning.

Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death