imaginaryinspiration: House: You’re dead. Amber: Everybody dies. House: Am I dead? Amber: Not yet. House: I should be. Amber: Why? House: Because life shouldn’t be random. Because lonely, misanthropic drug addicts should die in bus crashes, and young do-Gooders in love who get dragged out of their apartment in the middle of the night should walk away clean. Amber: Self-pity isn’t like you. House: No, …