When I die, I want to be cremated, but I would like a tombstone. And I would like it to have this inscription:
"Suddenly it grew clear to him that what had been oppressing him and would not leave him was all dropping away at once from both sides, from ten sides, and from all sides."
It's one of the last lines from the Death of Ivan Ilych by Leo Tolstoy.
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