'...there are two types of people at the funeral in the crematorium. The fool sits there thinking how unbearably grim this is, and can't wait to be outside in the sunshine and back to what he was doing, and to get out to the pub in the evening. But the wise person sits in the crematorium and stares at the coffin, and realizes that one day it will be his turn. The wise person asks himself, "When it is my turn, what will my life have been worth? What will they be saying about me?" He loved his bowling and his partying and his holidays. Is that it?'
David Gibson, Destiny, p.88.
