Randy Pausch is lying on his bed, his head propped up by pillows, his hands interlocked on his chest. In his pressed khakis, red polo shirt and bare feet, he looks the stereotypical suburban dad, which he is.
And with his rosy cheeks and dark hair still wet from the shower, he also looks the picture of health, which he is not. He’s dying.

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