So, what do you do when you know you have two days to live? Eat an entire Bitter Chocolate Death cake all by myself. Reread my favorite novel. Buy eight dozen roses from the best florist in town--the super expensive ones, the ones that smell like roses rather than merely looking like them--and put them all over my apartment. Take a good long look at everyone I love.
by Robin McKinley
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When faced with the knowledge of imminent death, the narrator chooses to indulge in simple pleasures that bring joy and comfort. Acknowledging the limited time left, they decide to savor an entire Bitter Chocolate Death cake, a treat that symbolizes indulgence in rich experiences. The choice to reread a cherished novel highlights the importance of revisiting sources of happiness and familiarity during difficult times.

In addition to personal comforts, the protagonist expresses affection for loved ones by filling their apartment with luxurious roses that evoke genuine beauty and fragrance. This act of surrounding oneself with thoughtful reminders of love illustrates a desire to celebrate connections and moments of happiness in their final days. The passage reflects a poignant blend of self-care, nostalgia, and appreciation for life's fleeting moments.

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