dying is like waking up after a really good party , when you have one or two seconds of innocent freedom before you recollect all the things you did last night which seemed so logical and hilarious at the time , and then you remember the really amazing thing you did with a lampshade and two balloons , which had them in stitches , and now you realise you 're going to have to look a lot of people in the eye today and you 're sober now and so are they but you can both remember .