But now...an old man looks out at me in the mirror every morning. Who is that fellow? Why does he look so familiar? My friends are all dying. One by one they crumble, fall and lie still. My gentle quiet wife Maxine... When my time comes.... If it is in the Spring, I will lie embraced by the bright yellow Dandelions and the brave bursting flowers and my Spirit will float into a Sky of brilliant white puffy clouds and sail with them into Forever.