“There was a real railway accident,” said Aslan softly. “Your father and mother and all of you are – as you used to call it in the Shadowlands-dead. The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning.
And as he spoke, he no longer looked to them like a lion; but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. And for us this is the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say that they lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read. Which goes on forever; in which every chapter is better than the one before.
The Last Battle
Not to sound morbid or creepy, but I want this read at my funeral. My heart stirs with this description and reminds me that life on earth isn’t it. It doesn’t end here! I believe with all my heart when my time here on earth ends, it is only the beginning of forever, “in which every chapter is better than the one before!”