Live on forever.
My grandfather had a stroke and passed out, less than a year before he died.
He was so upset they brought him back to life. He was angry. "Why'dja have to go and wake me up?"
He talked about how he was in a place with the most beautiful gardens he had ever seen.
He was a farmer all his life, dropped out of school in the fourth grade to work the plow, and knew all about gardens and growing things.
He said it was just so beautiful, and he felt so happy there, and he just couldn't describe it, but he had tears running down his face as he tried, this grizzled old Montana farmer who never cried over anything.
I would like to think the beautiful agave plant goes to the beautiful gardens to bloom forever.
What do you think, Omaha Steve?
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