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If you know me at all, you’ll know that I suffer from a persistent, constant, never-ending existential crisis.  I think about death all the time. More that you could ever imagine. In an effort to alleviate my concerns and perhaps offer me a little peace, one kind reader sent me this cartoon.  But there’s one…

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Ever since our cat, Owen, died last month, my four year-old son Charlie has been obsessed with death.  Specifically his own death.  This has not been good for me, given that I am obsessed about my own death more than anyone else on the planet. My mortality is something that I consider on a (no exaggeration)…

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Someone on Twitter sent me this poem: “Sleep.Those little slices of Death. How I loathe them.” I read these three lines and thought, “Yes! I’m not alone! See? Someone else hates sleep, too! Someone else thinks that sleep is way too close to death! See? I’m not crazy!” Then I saw the poet: Edgar Allen Poe “Damn,” I…

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Somehow a discussion about how the transporters work on Star Trek had me in an existential panic. Granted, this is easier to accomplish with me than most people, but still. This is both fascinating and a little terrifying, even if you’re not a Star Trek fan. 

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If you know me at all, you know that an enormous part of my mental energy is directed at my relentless fear of death.  It is more constant and overwhelming than you could ever imagine. And perhaps for good reasons. Two near-death experiences (one and two) involving paramedics and CPR and an armed robbery that resulted in…

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Four years ago, I responded to a list of the most frequent death bed regrets of the dying by indicating that I didn’t think any of them would be mine. Then I listed what I thought would be my most likely death bed regrets. At the time, they were: I did not travel enough. I…

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