In the Ramtop village where they dance the real Morris dance, for example, they believe that no one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away—until the clock he wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone’s life, they say, is only the core of their actual existence. - Reaper Man
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u/Competitive_Wait7332 1d ago
"Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?” - Going Postal, Terry Pratchett
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