I have passed on. I am no more. I have ceased to be. I have expired and gone to meet my maker. I am a stiff, bereft of life. I rest in peace. Pushing up the daisies. My metabolic processes are now history. I am off the twig. I have kicked the bucket and shuffled off my mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible.
I am an ex-child.
So, yes. I am, scientifically speaking, dead as a doornail.
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I am an ex-child.
So, yes. I am, scientifically speaking, dead as a doornail.