When do you think people die?
When they are shot through the heart by the bullet of a pistol?
No. When they are ravaged by an incurable disease?
No. When they drink a soup made from a poisonous mushroom!?
When they are shot through the heart by the bullet of a pistol?
No. When they are ravaged by an incurable disease?
No. When they drink a soup made from a poisonous mushroom!?
No! It's when... they are forgotten.
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