But tell me, what do you do for fun? What activity
gives you a different sense of enjoyment than the
others? What do you find fulfilling?
What gives you that certain satisfaction?
I go to funerals.
Really, Harold, you are no longer a child. It's time
for you to settle down and stop flitting away your
talents on these amateur theatrics [...]
They grow and bloom, and fade, and die, and
change into something else. Ah, life!
It's all change. All revolving. Burials and births.
The end to the beginning and the beginning
to the end - the great circle of life
But, Harold, we begin to die as soon as we are born.
What is so strange about death? It's no surprise.
It's part of life. It's change.