There are no delusions for the dead. Dying is like waking up after a really good party, when you have one or two seconds of innocent freedom before you recollect all the things you did last night which seemed so logical and hilarious at the time, and then you remember the really amazing thing you did with a lampshade and two balloons, which had them in stitches, and now realize you’re going to have to look at lot of people in the eye today and you’re sober now and so are they but you can both remember (LL)
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Death paused. YOU HAVE PERHAPS HEARD THE PHRASE, he said, THAT HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE?
‘Yes. Yes, of course.’ Death nodded. IN TIME, he said, YOU WILL LEARN THAT IT IS WRONG. (SG) The Captain frowned. ‘It’s a funny thing,’ he said, ‘but why is it that the heathens and the barbarians seem to have the best places to go when they die?’
‘A bit of a poser, that,’ agreed the mate. ‘I s’pose it makes up for ‘em ... enjoying themselves all the time when they’re alive, too?’ He looked puzzled. Now that he was dead, the whole thing sounded suspicious. (SG) 'Yeah, it’s always the same,’ said Reg Shoe bitterly. ‘Once you’re dead, people just don’t want to know, right? They act as if you’ve got some horrible disease. Dying can happen to anyone, right?' (RM)
They said that dying was just like going to sleep, although of course if you weren’t careful bits of you could rot and drop off (RM)
THERE’S JUST ME, said Death. THE FINAL FRONTIER. (MP)
''Twas beauty killed the beast’, said the Dean, who liked to say things like that.
‘No it wasn’t,’ said the Chair. ‘It was it splatting into the ground like that. (MP) Rincewind had been told that death was just like going into another room. The difference is, when you shout, "Where’s my clean socks?", no-one answers. (E)
There is nowhere Death will not go, no matter how distant and dangerous. In fact the more dangerous it is, the more likely he is to be there already. (E)
When you die, the first thing you lose is your life. The next thing is your illusions. (P)
It was said that life was cheap in Ankh-Morpork. This was, of course, completely wrong. Life was often very expensive, you could get death for free. (P)
'No, my father’s a pharaoh. My mother was a concubine, I think.’
‘I thought that was some sort of vegetable.’ ‘I don’t think so. We’ve never really discussed it. Anyway, she died when I was young.’ ‘How dreadful,’ said Chidder cheerfully. ‘She went for a moonlight swim in what turned out to be a crocodile.' (P) Like most people –most people, at any rate, below the age of sixty or so – Verence hadn’t exercised his mind much about what happened to you when you died. Like most people since the dawn of time, he assumed it all somehow worked out all right in the end.
And like most people since the dawn of time, he was now dead. (WS) '... Death walks abroad,’ said Nijel.
‘Abroad I don’t mind, said Rincewind. '‘They’re all foreigners. It’s Death walking around here I’m not looking forward to.' (S) 'My father always said that death is but a sleep,’ said Conina.
‘Yes, the hat told me that,’ said Rincewind, as they turned down a narrow, crowded street between white adobe walls. ‘But the way I see it, it’s a lot harder to get up in the morning.' (S) NOTHING IS FINAL. NOTHING IS ABSOLUTE. EXCEPT ME, OF COURSE. (S)
'You’re dead,’ he said.
Keli waited. She couldn’t think of any suitable reply.‘I’m not’ lacked a certain style, while ‘Is it serious?’ seemed somehow too frivolous. (M) YOU MUST LEARN THE COMPASSION PROPER TO YOUR TRADE.
‘What’s that?’ A SHARP EDGE. (M) 'I’ve never seen Death actually at work.’
‘Not many have,’ said Albert. ‘Not twice, at any rate.' (M) I? KILL? Said Death, obviously offended. CERTAINLY NOT. PEOPLE GET KILLED, BUT THAT’S THEIR BUSINESS. I JUST TAKE OVER FROM THEN ON. (M)
Among the many things in the infinitely varied universe with which Granny did not hold was talking to dead people, who
by all accounts had enough troubles of their own. (ER) The Death of the Disc was a traditionalist who prided himself on his personal service and spent most of the time being depressed because this was not appreciated. He would point out that no-one feared death itself, just pain and separation and oblivion, and that it was quite unreasonable to take against someone just because he had empty eye-sockets and a quiet pride in his work. (LF)
... the drummer beat the drum a few times and the accordionist played a long drawn-out chord, the legal sign that a Morris Dance is about to begin, and people who hang around after this have only themselves to blame. (W)
No one likes an unexpected Morris dancer. (W)
'You gotta dance, boss. You can think and you can fight, but the world’s always movin’, and if you wanna stay ahead you gotta dance.' (AM)
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