I will keep this brief. When I found out the actor Diane Keaton died at the age of 79 on October 11, 2025, my tongue turned into an elongated NO. A swift rejection of the reality staring up at me from my phone. I clicked a link. I blinked. I read, then I texted friends. Their tongues and fingers and eyes did what mine had done. And then it came, the thought that “79??” It seemed so young. In part because aren’t famous rich white women supposed to live if not forever, a much longer than 79?