Hey sorry if this is morbid, but it's on my mind and I gotta get it down somewheres.

I was reading this Times article, and the part about how Sammy Green actually died really got me. It says, "Right before he passed, he smiled that crooked grin, sighed, and that was that". For some reason, my image of passing quietly from age or disease always was one of dealing with a small amount of pain for a long time, and it crescendoing until the body gives in to entropy and ceases its functions. As I thought more about it, I wondered if passing is anything comparable to falling asleep, where your body gradually shuts down, much like a car with no brakes or a puck on ice. I think if I had to go, I'd prefer to just run down.