The thought of itIf it would so please you,You poor little thing.Go ahead.No, it's fine... I am an old woman who has lived plenty....I was told by my doctor I only have one year left.Beautiful WorldUntil death do us part.terrifies me.May I sit next to you?But,Ah... I'm sorry. I shouldn't do this before a stranger.the thought of dying alone...please allow me to be by your side.