"Bring out yer dead!" cried the cartmaster, ringing a bell as he walked through the streets. "Here's one," said a man, who walked up to the cart, carrying what appeared to be a dead body. "Nine pence," demanded the cartmaster. "I'm not dead," spoke the body. "What?" inquired the cartmaster. "Nothing," the man said, "here's your nine pence." He proceeded to try to put the body on the cart. "I'm not dead," the body said …
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…hurried, and the person associated with it is against it but is pushed to be for it. The wrong way to look at them is to say that, "Well, everybody dies." That is true, but, if people are born, is there not a purpose for such an act? People were put into being for the purpose of living life to the fullest, which does not include prolonged suffering, when nothing can be done about it.