Whenever people talk about dying, everyone always gets so hung up on the very last thing that flashes before your eyes. The last thought. The last memory. That last feeling, or kiss, or fight, or song on the radio - whatever significant LAST thing that's somehow supposed to encapsulate your entire life in a single moment, all wrapped up in a big, blinding flash of perfect, final light.
The Catastrophic History of You and Me by Jess Rothenberg | Book Review