"Is it difficult to die Daddy?"
'No, I think it's pretty easy, Nick. It all depends.'
They were seated in the boat, Nick in the stern, his father
rowing. The sun was coming up over the hills. A bass jumped, making a circle in
the water. Nick trailed his hand in the water. It felt warm in the sharp chill
of the morning.
In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the
boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.
Ernest Hemingway - Indian Camp