I think we can safely say that everybody who’s ever lived to adulthood has pondered the age-old question of mortality. Not a fun subject, of course, but an important one. My take on it is that the focus should not be on dying itself, but what we do while we’re in line and waiting for our turn. Not being morbid here, but have you thought about the “last” of everything you will ever do, say, eat, and so forth? We don’t know when that “last” will take place, but should carry on as though it’s today.