Which Reminds Me

I believe that I still have blood flowing through my veins, which proves that I am yet alive, although I don't feel any great need to prick myself with pins and needles in order to reassure myself on this minor point. Elementary, Mr. Dear Watson. And if I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. So there is no fear in death. Why so afraid of dying? It is appointed to all once to die, and then the judgment. So don't be so afraid of dying. Fear the judgment. How will you account later for your rotten attitude? But I digress.