I know now that we have found that place between dark and light, between waking and sleeping. Our travel end here and, simply put, it’s a relief. (…) I know this all seems horrible and shocking and lurid, but I have to tell you, it really isn’t. Long ago, John and I made up our own rules, crafted from the most mundane of things: mortgages, jobs, children, quarrels, ailments, routine, time, fear, pain, love, home. We built a life together and will happily do what comes after together. I say if love is what bonds us during our lives, why can’t it still somehow bond us, keeps us together after our deaths?