It would add to the interest of our walks abroad.

Fancy a stout, important policeman vanishing from his uniform--the helmet falling over the collar, the tunic doubling in at the belt, the knees giving way, and the unheard, merry laughter of the disenuniformed spirit winging its way truncheonless into the Empyrean.
But if you think you are going to get any fun out of dying in the present inconvenient manner, you are mistaken.

Believe one who is trying.
I will remain on my feet, however, as long as my will holds out.

In this way I may continue to be of service to my fellow creatures, and procure for myself a happy lot or portion.

Even this morning I have been able to feel the throb of eumoiriety.