Perhaps the magic would last, perhaps it wouldn't. But then again, what does?
The ideal death, I think, is what was the ideal Victorian death, you know, with your grandchildren around you, a bit of sobbing. And you say goodbye to your loved ones, making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.
I was a very keen reader of science fiction.
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Some people are heroes. And some people jot down notes.
Why not? If enough people believe, you can be god of anything.