nowhere left to go, and no one left to impress — only things to a…thought was largely rendered impossible — I am dead, and yet I am still mercifully, beautifully me. This sensation of death was as comforting as my life has ever felt. I was content and at peace, with nothing left to prove, nowhere left to go, and no one left to impress — only things to appreciate, places to explore, and people to care for and look after.