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Sonnet 140

140 The kindest way to die is just presumed ‘She died this morning in her bed at home’ Or ‘he passed peacefully with loved ones there’ Or ‘after a short battle she succumbed’. But who can know what method is the best For crossing into that unknown divide The ways we chose to tell it to the world Seem suited best to tell it to ourselves. Survivors are the vital thing, for sure Their mental anesthesia we ensure We can’t have grieving ones too worried that They’ll be the next in line to pass, in fact. But happy dead are haply happiest When left alone to pass into their rest.