Never pick up strangers

John: Feels good, does it?
Grace: I don't feel a thing.

Death is coming.

Clear: When I was a kid, like, six or seven... I used to worry so much about my parents dying. Like lying awake at night... just worrying. I loved them so much. I didn't want them to get hurt. And what would happen to me? What would life be like? Every night... it seemed.
Alex: Most kids do, I guess.
Clear: Most kids never have it happen. When I was ten... my dad went into a 7-11 for cigerettes. I guess he heard somebody say "Don't turn around." So on reflex, or thinkin' a friend was jokin'... he did. And the guy blew his head off. She has lived this so many times, she is long beyond crying... And, let me tell ya, I had every reason to worry before... because life became shit. I don't blame her, I guess, but my mom couldn't deal with it at all. She married this asshole, who my mom with my real dad would cross the street to avoid this guy. He really didn't want a kid. And so my mom didn't either anymore, I guess. If that was the design for my father... and my family... then fxck Death, FUCK IT!
And so, anyway... I've thought of that "somewhere", Alex. It exists, that place. Where my dad is still safe. Where he had a full pack of cigerettes and kept driving. A place where me and my dad and my mom... are still together....and have no idea about this second life, here. A place where our friends are still in the sky... where everyone gets a second chance.
But that place might only exist in my heart. And maybe, now... yours. I haven't experienced too many second chances in my life. I haven't seen any. But because of all of this, I believe... because of you... I will get a second chance. Because of me, you will. With you in my life... that place, right now existing in our hearts, will spring out... and become a real part of this life.
And that is the only way we can beat Death... by making something special out of Life.

It's a Trap

CHERISH YOUR LIFE.