There is nothing to dread in simply going down this road and through the gate as Doctor Leonard did, and death is no more than that.
We just go down the turnpike till we get to the end of this life, and then there's the toll-gate.

We lay down our old worn-out bodies, just as Doctor Leonard left his coat here, because he wouldn't need it farther up the road.

Then the bar flies up and lets us through.

It drops so quickly that no one ever sees what lies on the other side, but we know that there is neither sorrow nor crying beyond it, nor any more pain.
Listen, John Jay, this is what the Book tells us." With fingers that trembled in his eagerness to make himself understood, he lifted the volume that had been lying in his lap.

The words that he read vibrated through the child's heart in the way that the organ music used to roll.