Novel & Cerita We're All Going To Die Meme

"Just die! Once you're dead, all of your assets will go to me and Nicholas! We get to kill two birds with one stone if we let you die! That way, you won't be able to cause trouble for us ever again!" Nicholas was cursing me out as well. "Since you no longer are of any value to us, you should just hurry up and die already! Stop wasting our time!" Millie added, "Rest in peace, Tamara. May you have better luck in your next life." Mr. Welkin stood amidst the Kennedies, his expression smug. "Now that the pesky fly is gone, we can finally reunite as a real family!" Just like that, I was scorched to death by the temperature, which rose rapidly throughout the day.

“Hahaha! What’s the use? You still have to die!” “I’ll give you 10,000 dollars. Can you die now? !” “But these people are really stupid! They abandoned their conscience for 100 dollars! And how many people voted not to kill him! It’s impossible for him to come out alive, and you won’t get the money either!” “You’re right! It’s too stupid. When your family, friends, and colleagues ask you what vote you voted for today, let’s see how you will answer!” “I say, let’s take a screenshot of our votes and post it on our Twitter and F******k! We’ll see who didn’t post it, and we’ll know who voted not to kill!”

I can never forget his words. “you know, death comes uninvited and unexpected to us hence we should live in Dun ‘ya like travelers. If it happens that I live this world before you all, remember to make lots of dua for me and for each other. Do not live in bitterness asking yourselves why and how. Remember that all things good and bad come from Allah.

" Don't you realize that if we all are sure about where we'll end up after death... Many of us won't even be alive as we would have found ways to end it all. " " Are you serious? " " Do I sound like I am joking? " " But living isn't better than death too you know. " " I know... But there's a saying that goes. " As long as there's still breath in your lungs.. there's still hope. " " Does that apply to us too? " " We only went to school to study and not to be abducted! " " So why? Why did this have to happen to us? " They lamented.

All we do is get a job, get paid, buy a few miscellaneous things that will just be left behind when we die, by the end of it. If we are lucky, we have offspring which do the exact same thing, just differently. What about when you get old? Despite all you did during your life we all meet the same end and everything exists only in memory. Life is one big memory. Right now is a memory. The past you must reminisce. The future we visualise, but the present, the here and now, is just a fleeting memory. It goes by too quick for you to grab it and squeeze the life out of it.

“Grandpa, do you… Do you truly only have three months left to live? Why must you go so soon?” Don was remarkably at peace with his forthcoming end. “Why? Well, that’s what we humans do, don’t we? We’re marked for death the moment we’re born—no one fools the Reaper. My time’s coming, Melanie, as it should be. Don’t be sad over what is inevitable; not when grief could be harmful to the precious one inside you.”

Wu grasped her palms as Aal stood immediately. “No” “No we’re not dark. We’re not dead” She shook her head. “We’re very much alive and you too and you are just overburdening yourself with these thoughts. There was nothing you could have done. Not when a hundred thousand people have died to this same virus. They tested the whole hospital and they caught a few cases and you should happy that you aren’t one of them. That you’re alive” “That there’s hope” Aal continued. “But i wanted to die to see Wes again. To see my parents again and R-”

And the discussion went on and on and on for countless hours. Uzair rolled his tensed shoulders while he muttered, under his breath, “People live to save themselves. We understand that in the moment of our own death.” “That's a saying. Only if people know that,” came a reply of Shameer sitting beside him. ~•~•~•~•~

She gently stroked my hair and answered softly, "Dying means saying goodbye forever." I buried my face in her arms and mumbled like a spoiled child, "Then I never want to die. I don't want you to die either, Mommy." But now, it was time for me to go. After all, no one in this world welcomed me anymore—not Daddy, not Mommy, and not Grandma. If my death could make them all happy, I would do it. On the last day—the seventh day of the punishment—Andy was going to be buried. It was loud and lively outside. Organs played, people sobbed, and the whole place was filled with noise.

How did dead men send them notes? “Oh, by the way,” Mason continued, ignorant of the mood. “The internet is having the time of its life. You guys are now a meme.” Hayden snorted despite himself. “Oh my God,” Beck muttered. “Mason, it seems like your job doesn’t keep you busy enough nowadays.” Jared pinched the bridge of his nose. “Thank you, Mason,” he said. “We’ll catch up later.” “You’re welcome. Call me if your dead boyfriend resurfaces.”