You know, sweet lips, I would have br if time and circumstance had granted br the opportunity to be immersed br in death, your death, to share with you. br br I've often dreamed that in a room br with panorama windows and red flowers br there would be at least five of us br ready to go, not by their own volition br but by the edict of sheer Providence. br br We'd die together, something quite akin br to noisy barbeques and get togethers br only this thing would be for good, br no backing out, no second thoughts.