“ What else is the afterlife but a belief among the insecure, ” asks Ludovic Kennedy, “that at the last trump there will be cakes and ale, even caviar and trumpets for them too, that in some leafy Eden they will share happy hours with those who have gone before and others who may well come after? ”
„ Eks ole, hauatagune elu pole midagi muud kui ebakindlate inimeste veendumus selles, et viimsepäeva pasuna hüüdes saabub ka nende jaoks pidu ja pillerkaar, et nad veedavad kuskil Eedeni rohuaias õnnelikke hetki nii nendega, kes on enne neid lahkunud, kui ka nendega, kes pärast saabuvad? ”