Yep. Just sneaks up on you.

Well. Thanks for ringing the bell to let me know you're leaving.

I been dreaming about bells, here lately. Especialy that bell they ring in town when somebody dies. I keep hearing it.

I'm not afraid. I'm 93 years old. I have children and lived through a war and put the woman I loved into the ground.

I met a fella once in New York City -- we was drinking -- he read me a poem he wrote. He said "Do not go gentle into that good night". He was talking about death -- about fighting it.

"Rage against the dying light"

I used to think about that. I used to think that's what I'd do when it was my time.

But that's a young man's game.

Now? I'm just gonna lay my head down and let it be...

You get to be my age, you start to look it right in the face.

I'm not afraid.