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December 23, 2008
Death came running into my room slo-o-owly.

He yelled, "Pleased to meet you. I'm Death!" in the merest of whispers.

"I don't understand," I said. "You come fast as you come slowly, and you are loud and quiet at the same time."

Death sat, and while he stood there, he said in a shrieky basso profondo, "I am also the beginning and the end, you're forgetting that bit. Hurrah! Sob!"

"So, you come fast and slow, loud and quiet, at the beginning and the ending, low and high, happily and sadly."

We switched places. I said, "You've got it right."