It is long since I could have adventured on eternity through God's mercy and Christ's merits but death remained somewhat terrible and that now is taken away and now death is no more to me but to cast myself into my husband's arms and to lie down with Him.
I tend to foster drama via bleakness. If I want the reader to feel sympathy for a character I cleave the character in half on his birthday. And then it starts raining. And he's made of sugar.
