Yes, the rich, just like you and me, die.
A fellow my dad knew came by to "cheer him up" as dad was dying of cancer.
"Well, thank goodness you have a clean room, a fine bed, and air conditioning," he said.
Dad said, "What I have is my family looking out for me. I could be laying on a stone floor in a cave, covered with a Buffalo blanket and I'd still be dying. It's the love of my children that gives me comfort."
Curious Carl
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