Friday, September 11, 2015

When we die

Found this sobering cartoon in the New Yorker.

The cars are labeled:

Childhood Friends
Former Classmates
Drinking Buddies

All that baggage over the cliff.  In a moment.  All the remnants of those relationships.  That are yours and only yours.  Gone, all gone,

Like your financial entity.,

Just disappears, flash, just like that.

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