DEATH. The Final Frontier. The Fat Lady has sung, the house lights are up and the curtain has fallen. The show is over. That's all, Folks! The End. Or so all the physical evidence would seem to suggest. But is it? Who really knows? Who can honestly say, with unswerving probity, that there won't be an encore and that dying definitively equates to no longer living? Not you. Certainly not I. But we have at least one thing in common. We're both alive. Bound and restrained by the laws of nature. Human and otherwise. Maybe we should be asking the dead. To get their perspective on what we laughingly call life. When Billy was killed in a car crash he thought it was all over. He couldn't have been more wrong . Rest in Peace of Mind . A matter of life and death.