This thing is still going? lol wow. What's so weird about saying I have an interest in death, anyway; for God's sake, I'm a writer
it seemed appropriate.
The human body can repair and repair itself and live a very long time if done correctly, yet at the same time, the smallest piece of metal or wood placed in the right spot at the right speed can end a life. It's all about about chance.
A man works his entire life, hypothetically, to provide for his family - maybe as a miner. If the right spark hits a coal vein, and he gets caught in it, or if he gets the right level of dust in his body, black lung's going to follow. A man could therefore be dying so that others may have a life. This raises the question, "why is a man born to die?"
And as for an interest in death, watch Six Feet Under sometime, which I've never seen properly. HBO got six or seven seasons out of the lives of a funeral director's family, didn't they? My little question asking for certain black pens seemed innocuous by comparison.
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