“ That point is Death. Which, in the picture, is the farthest thing from their minds. But it’s something that’s never that far away from their thinking when they’re alone and not together and having fun, as they were that time in London. Things wind down. Things do come to an end. People stop living. Chances are that two of the three friends in this picture will have to gaze upon the remains — the remains — of the third friend, when that time comes. The thought is grievous, and terrifying. But the only alternative to burying your friends is that they will have to bury you.
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— Raymond Carver, On Friendship
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