He sits down, the better to gesture effusively without spilling his drink, and grins. "Right! So. Death's a funny thing. I used to think it was a big, sudden thing, like a huge owl that would swoop down out of the night and carry you off. I don't anymore. I think it's a slow thing. Like a thief who comes to your house day after day, taking a little thing here and a little thing there, and one day you walk round your house and there's nothing there to keep you, nothing to make you want to stay. And then you lie down and shut up for ever. Lots of little deaths until the last big one.
"Everyone's died. Everyone I've loved. But I don't think anybody has to die. The only reason people die is everyone does it. You all just go along with it. Somebody once told me you don't really die until everyone that knew you is dead, too,(*) and that's very beautiful and everything! I personally get a lot of value out of the observance of remembering the people I have lost to keep them alive in my heart, I'm looking forward to the festival you apparently have here about that exact thing, but the thing is, if you rely on that for yourself, and you sit down and stop, well, eventually the world will run out of people who knew you and then you're too dead to meet more, aren't you. I don't care to try it myself.
"Nobody ever listens to me about this! Everyone says, Hob, that's insane, you can't just decide not to die, you can only be really good at not dying for a finite amount of time and eventually it'll catch up to you, but what kind of reason is that not to try? If you never try not to die you'll never know if it would work."
(*) Editorial note: Everything from 'death's a funny thing' up to here is directly quoted from the source material, though in the original it does not all appear together in this order.