About This Quote
Death is just the last scene of the last act. This line comes from the play “The Mousetrap” by Agatha Christie. In it, a man, who had been dead for years, comes back to life to murder his wife and young son. The play’s plot is based on this idea that death is just the first scene of the last act. Whenever we think something terrible has happened (like a death), we should remember that we should expect the worst before we can hope for anything good.
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