Jacqueline E. Smith

If you were a real professional, you'd build a bridge and get over it.

People tend to think that death is absolute, the one thing we can all be certain about, but that__ not the case. Death is complex. It__ powerful and timeless. The truth is, when it comes to death, nothing is impossible.

Music is powerful. It sets the mind and body and soul free in a way that I've never fully been able to understand. Maybe because it's not meant to be understood. It's simply meant to be experienced.

Music is powerful. It sets the mind and body and soul free in a way that I've need fully been able to understand. Maybe because it's not meant to be understood. It's simply meant to be experienced.

There is no such thing as perfect. But even if there was, I would pick you over perfection any day.

Love was more than just a fleeting desire, or a brief glimpse into a fairy tale, or a flash of playful flirtation in her beautiful hazel eyes. It was more than infatuation with a person__ best qualities, or reluctant acceptance of their less appealing traits. Real love meant loving the whole person, in every form, in every state, in every way. It was what transformed the ordinary monotony of everyday life into extraordinary moments of warmth and compassion and joy.

Michael had learned the hard way that nothing good came from interfering in the affairs of the afterlife.

They__ never scared him, really._ When he was younger, he hadn__ known that there was anything different about them._ By the time he was old enough to figure out that no one else could see them, he was also old enough to realize that being dead didn__ turn people into monsters._ It just meant that most of them were lonely._

Michael had always thought that seeing ghosts was stressful. Those wandering spirits were nothing compared to whatever women had going through their heads at all odd hours of the day.

Showmen's Rest was truly something to behold. Throughout the entire yard, statues and carvings of elephants, clowns, and tight-rope walkers danced on the gray and white surfaces of tombstones and grave-markers. For the first time, Michael got the feeling that the men and women who'd been buried there were probably really happy with their final resting place. It was a touching tribute, one that honored their passion in life and that had been constructed out of love and respect.