“I love how (last one, I swear) when we watched The Forces of Natureand Sandra Bullock walked away in the end and I was screaming at theTV for such an ugly ending, you just shrugged your shoulders and said,“It’s real, Six. You can’t get mad at a real ending. Some of them are ugly.It’s the fake happily ever afters that should piss you off.”I’ll never forget that, because you were right”

“It's real, Six. You can't get mad at a real ending. Some of them are ugly. It's the fake happily ever afters that should piss you off.”

“Real ugly endings are better than fake happily ever after's”

“I'll never forget that, because you were right. And I know you weren't trying to teach me a lesson, but you did. Not everything is going to go my way and not everyone gets a happily ever after. Life is real and sometimes it’s ugly and you just have to learn how to cope. I’m going to accept it with a dose of your indifference, and move on.”

“Not everything is going to go my way and not everyone gets a happily ever after. Life is real and sometimes it’s ugly and you just have to learn how to cope.”

“Not everyone gets a happily every after. Life is real and sometimes it's ugly and you just have to learn how to cope.”

“I get it, Will,” I finally whisper. “I get it. In the first line, when you said that death was the only thing inevitable in life…you emphasized the word death. But when you said it again at the end of the poem, you didn’t emphasize the word death, you emphasized the word life. You put the emphasis on life at the end. I get it, Will. You’re right. She’s not trying to prepare us for her death. She’s trying to prepare us for her life. For what she has left of it.”