Wednesday, September 12, 2007

In a Cemetary (writing exercise)

In a cemetary, no one cares about your social status. Sure if you are really rich, you have a nicer stone marking your name or might have a choice location. But death is the real equalizer. You were once alive, and no matter how much money you made or how many of the world's problems you solved, you are still dead. It doesn't matter what you wore, or what you drove or where you lived. It doesn't matter because you're well, dead.

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