Happy birthday Rose. It's like we're dreaming of this life, like we could be floating in space, dreaming of this. I repeat myself. I know you didn't believe in the afterlife, and I haven't seen you in my dreams, and you used to cross out God in your Daily Reminder, and you asked if we wanted your and Stanley's plaid suitcase, saying you wouldn't be needing it, and I said no, now you'll be traveling light, and you said Oh, right, with a choir of angels singing me to heaven. Anyway maybe it's all imagination, and I sing happy birthday to you in the imaginary afterlife, though I never really liked the birthday song, it makes the room feel awkward. Anyway, I imagine everything is different than we imagined it would be in the real afterlife. Anyway, my back is feeling better, and I'm gladly resting, with our dream cat Olive beside me, as you may be wondering.