The rain fell gently as the spirit of wisdom and I walked away from the grave side. ‘Death is such a final thing.’ I broke the silence.
‘I would like to be immortal.’ I blundered on. ‘Like the movie, you know, live forever.’
’Oh really.’ The spirit was obviously not his normal tentative self.
‘You should know the key to immortality,’ I prodded him, thinking he would not answer. ‘Tell me the key to immortality.’
‘Death.’ Came the blunt reply.