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I hate to say this, but Ill repeat it: After death, all we know th

I hate to say this, but Ill repeat it: After death, all we know that you do is stink. – Jack Kevorkian

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Im trying to knock the medical profession into accepting its responsibilities, and those responsibilities include assisting their patients with death. – Jack Kevorkian

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Im one of the slowest drivers on the road. I mosey along. If youre doing anything too fast, including living life too fast, that creates sudden death. If I have to be somewhere on time, I make sure I leave early enough. – Anthony Hopkins

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What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever. – Henry Van Dyke

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People fear death even more than pain. Its strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend. – Jim Morrison

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