the second death.

'when a baby comes into the world, its hands are clenched.
why? because a baby, not knowing any better, wants to grab everything, to say, "the whole world is mine".
but when an old person dies, how does he do so?
with his hands open. why? because he learned the lesson.
what lesson?'

'we can take nothing with us.'

P/S. getting a fourth novel soon. and you, maybe long gone by then.