People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation.
— Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale
shout out to people wondering what the opposite of in is
(Robin Hood: Men In Tights) 1993