You look great," he said. It made her smile, even if it was a lie. "I'm as big as a house. " He laughed. "I like houses. In fact, I'm thinking about architecture as a career.
Death is for a long time. Those of shallow thought say that it is forever. There is, at least, a long night of it. There is the forgetfulness and the loss of identity. The spirit, even as the body, is unstrung and burst and scattered. One goes down to death, and it leaves a mark on one forever.