As I was at work today, I noticed that the bottle I was drinking from had some dried soda on the outside of it, so I took it out to the drinking fountain to wash it off. There is a doctor's office around the corner, from which I saw a little old lady walking painfully down the hall.
She was old and walked with a cane in one hand and an oxygen bottle in the other. I asked her if I could help her in any way. Her response was, "No. Well, maybe with an easier way to die."
To which I said, "The nice thing about death is that it's not an end."
She said "Yes it is." and continued walking to the elevator.
I felt so much compassion for that poor lady.
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