you and i are in the car going to the funeral, it is your first time in the car with me driving and you ask, are you a good driver?
yes, i am.
and then you say, this car is a heap and it’s about to fall apart, i hope we don’t die. wouldn’t it be ironic dying in a car crash on the way to a funeral.
suddenly you say, what do you hope for, to die suddenly, in an accident or in your sleep, or to be diagnosed with a terminal disease and told you have six months to live?
i say, i don’t hope for anything, i will take my death as it comes, when it comes and how it comes but i would like to know a Spell For Not Dying Again In The Realm Of The Dead.