“Sometimes I hear Mark laugh, and some days in the car the right song will come on the satellite radio and I'll feel him there tingling like a phantom limb. Like he's sitting there next to me in the dark. But I know that's not so. And I know that when you die there's not even darkness, and I know Mark and me won't meet on some cloud or in some pit of fire. And I guess that's a good thing. I couldn't take those eyes seeing what's become of me, those eyes looking down at my hands and my chewed-up ragged nails.” DeathSongDarkDarknessHellRegretAfterlifeRightDieLaughCloudTinglePhantom LimbPit Of FireTingling Book:Love and Other Wounds Source: Love and Other Wounds