"You lie down in the evening and slowly get used to eternity."

“You lie down in the evening and slowly get used to eternity.”

I think about death fairly frequently, and with the same sense of impatience one has for the friend who is habitually unpunctual and impossible to get hold of while you sit there drumming your fingers on the bar and pretending to pay attention to the television while you wait. So I don’t suppose this sort of therapy would do much for me, in the sense that, not only am I ready, I would prefer to be incinerated and blasted out into the universe so that no trace of me remains here when it finally does happen, but I still think it’s a pretty solid idea.