What does it matter where you lie when you're dead...
in a marble palace on a hill, or a pile of smoking rubble downtown? You're dead, you're sleeping the big sleep. You're beyond caring about things like rules.
I don't mean by that that it gets worse, well I do, but I don't mean it that way. Unless you thought I meant the opposite of what I meant, in which case vice versa (or verce visa if you prefer).
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