A Brother and Best Friend...

See...if I don’t, my brother might just fly all the way to this here country and pull me out of my grave...And my best friend will certainly join in this endeavor and come shake me alive again. And...I don’t think I’d like to wake up to such a sight and to the furious speeches that are sure to follow...

Also, by dying (in body, as well as in my soul), I’d be plummeting all those I love into pits of distress and despair; I can’t do that. I just can’t disappoint all those I love, right?

(And yes, there are other people I do love, but I think these two are truly deadset on keeping me alive and kicking AND breathing...How can I let their efforts just pass me by as if it is nothing, when it really is something of such great importance to us all?)