Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
Jean CocteauSince the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
Jean CocteauThe day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
Jean CocteauFor three days after death, hair and fingernails continue to grow but phone calls taper off.
Johnny CarsonFor days after death hair and fingernails continue to grow, but phone calls taper off.
Johnny Carson