Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped away into the next door room, I am I and you are you...Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the usual way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrows. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect, without the ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was, there is absolutely unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind, because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for in the interval. Somewhere very near just around the corner...All is well