Touchy, really touchy. Accept my condolence brother. You know, at the end of this mortal race is a huge trophy of eternality in golden bliss, and your mother is receiving handshakes from one roll of angels after another and after which she will receive a big embrace from the king of kings. Anyhow, take heart.
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Touchy, really touchy. Accept my condolence brother. You know, at the end of this mortal race is a huge trophy of eternality in golden bliss, and your mother is receiving handshakes from one roll of angels after another and after which she will receive a big embrace from the king of kings. Anyhow, take heart.