We're All Going To Die Meme Novels & Stories

“Even if we don’t choose death?” “Well,” rolling the laptop wires, “we all live and die. We all share the same narrative arc. We are all destined to die soon. Others are destined to die early because that is what their senses lead them or their health does. Death is another destiny that just waits around the corner of our lives.” “Thank you for sharing, Sir.” “I know where your question is coming from. I understand you. Anyways, thanks for the Group Chat you created. I forget to thank you personally.”

He killed me. All things that have life will eventually wither away — that is the fundamental truth of life. We will all wither away and die sometime in the future. After we have fought the wars, faced the trials and tribulations, overcome the challenges, we all will die at the end. After pushing through the hurdles of our youth and adulthood, after trying our hardest to stay alive and survive till the next day, we will all still die at the end. This just tells us that all is vanity.

At her age, Grandma May had made peace with death. “I still want you to live forever, Great-Nana.” Grandma May said with a smile, “Wouldn’t that make me a zombie? Lil’ Pie, mortality is just the way the world goes. Don’t be too sad when I leave. I’ll be off to join your great-gramps. “We’ll be watching over you from heaven.” “Great-Nana, I don’t like this kind of talk. I want you to be with us forever. You’re the best great-nana in the world!”

"You are, in fact, doing a thing. Multiple things if we're being technical. Jumping, yelling, existing as a human being—" Mason cuts him off. "We're all in. Okay? Festival. All four of us showing up to everything. Non-negotiable." He's looking at me when he says it, but his voice carries enough weight that I know he means it. For all of us. "Even if you're dying?" I ask Ezra. "Especially if I'm dying," Ezra says. "I'll just die at your meet instead of at home. That's what friends do." Kai raises his drink. "To dying together at sporting events. That's the dream."

"Mom, I swear his death was an accident! None of us wanted this! He's gone—there's no need to throw ourselves in jail! Who's going to take care of you if I'm gone?" "Mom, Michael's the only son you have," Mom chimed in. "Can you bear to see him go to jail?" "Grandma, Flynn isn't your only grandson. I'm your grandson, too!" Felix cried out. "You can't favor just one of us!" Faced with their tearful pleas, Grandma finally relaxed her grip on the phone. She looked at Dad with a tired, defeated expression. "Tell me—what do you plan to do?" "We'll secretly bury him and tell everyone he died from an illness," Dad replied.

People said that when one is dying, all the memories from the moment you were born to the last thing that you were up to flashes back in a very fast way just like the speed of the light. Mr. Smith feels like he’s doing better for a moment, he’s finally making up something that will help ease the virus outbreak and finally made an alliance with the humanoids that can be a big help in this battle.

Killer If someone dies I won't cry. Growing up I could break my hand, fall off a tree, watch a person get knocked and feel nothing. When my grandma died I was the only one who just stood there dried eyed. My dad asked me to give a speech, I did. I told them that we are all born with a timeline, just like the bread we eat and the milk we drink. That if we don't use all of ourselves up before death it is as shameless as wasting a mostly full bottle of milk when it could have been used for so much more than just drinking.

The sound echoed across the arena. The lights flashed white. The cheers turned into gasps. Nathan’s knees buckled. The last thing he saw before everything went black was the en dless sea of faces screaming, panicking, crying—and the world spinning out of focus. And then...... nothing.

she ended and chuckled. “Don’t say it! You are not going to die!” I screamed. “Everyone will die in the end. It’s the matter of time, so in fact, you are lying!” grandma continued and laughed again. Her laugh was so contagious, that we started laughing with her, but it was heartbreaking to hear her say it.

Theo glanced at Mia before looking at Jax, saying, "Your Aunt Mia is with pup. That's what we're celebrating. Go back to your seat. Be a good little pup and don't cause a scene." However, Jax was having a hard time accepting this rather complicated situation. He clutched Theo and asked, "Daddy, are you going to have another pup? What about Mommy and me?" His words drew the attention of the other guests, who began murmuring among themselves. "Who is that? Liam's bastard pup?" "That's the son of Liam's younger brother, the one who died. I guess the poor little pup is still traumatized." I walked over and pulled Jax into my arms. I wanted to take us away from this ridiculous situation, but Mia