If wit could kill...

One day, you will die.

You will stop and the world will carry on. Lovers will love. Others will shop, laugh and cry. Sometimes alone. Sometimes together. The radio will keep playing.

But you will be gone.

Only the love you gave, the souls you touched and the people you changed, will remain.

They will carry on for you. They will pick up where you left off.

There is nothing to be sad about here.