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Reflections on mortality

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Harold, having made peace with the inevitability of death, found himself in the sterile confines of Dr. Abernathy’s office. The doctor, a man of considerable girth and a penchant for bow ties, had a somber expression on his face. He cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses, and said, “Harold, I’m afraid the news isn’t good. You have six months to live.”

Harold blinked, his mind momentarily blank. Then, he chuckled. “Well, that’s a bit inconvenient, isn’t it?” he said, his voice steady. “I was planning on trying out that new Italian deli next year.”

Dr. Abernathy looked taken aback. “Harold, this is serious. You’re dying.”

“I know, doctor,” Harold replied, his smile never wavering. “But isn’t that the point? We’re all dying, some of us just have a clearer schedule.”

The doctor sighed, shaking his head. “I suppose that’s one way to look at it.”

Harold nodded, his mind already wandering to the sandwich he’d have for lunch. He’d make it a good one, filled with all his favorite ingredients. After all, life was a sandwich, and he intended to savor every bite.

Over the next few months, Harold lived his life with a renewed vigor. He tried new things, met new people, and ate more sandwiches than he ever had before. He laughed more, cried more, and loved more. He lived more.

And when the end came, it was not with a bang, but with a whisper. Harold, surrounded by loved ones, took his last breath with a sandwich in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. His last words were, “This is a damn good sandwich.”

And so, Harold passed on, leaving behind a legacy of love, laughter, and a peculiar philosophy about life and death. His funeral was a celebration, filled with stories, sandwiches, and cups of tea. And though he was gone, his spirit lived on in the hearts of those he left behind.

In the end, Harold’s life was a sandwich, filled with variety and ending abruptly. His death was a cup of tea, inevitable and often inconvenient. But he wouldn’t have had it any other way. After all, as Harold often said, “Life’s too short for bad sandwiches and lukewarm tea.”

And so, Harold’s story serves as a reminder to us all. Life is fleeting, death is inevitable, but it’s the moments in between that truly matter. So, live your life like a sandwich, savor every bite, and when death comes, accept it like a cup of tea, with grace and dignity.

Because in the end, we’re all just sandwiches and cups of tea, waiting to be savored.

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