This is a silly headline and you have to be pretty dang sheltered to think that most people on earth never think about death, but it’s also an essay by a woman who just realized her mortality for the first time, so I don’t wanna dunk too hard? That’s rough whenever it happens. https://twitter.com/washingtonpost/status/1312614389648896001

But it is a good reminder how the “security” so prized by affluent able-bodied Americans is (a) not a universal or even common experience, and (b) actually fake. Nobody gets out of here alive.

I remember my mom rolling her eyes at the ladies in her quilting group who declared after 9/11 that they “just didn’t feel safe anymore.” She had just finished nursing my dad through the first bout of the cancer that ultimately killed him, so she already knew none of us are safe.

Anyway, I guess I’m glad there are people out there whose lives have been so easy that they’ve never had to think about death until COVID? But at the same time: buddy. friendo. WAKE UP. Remember death and decay, and cease from sin.