It's funny, he was here just yesterday

George Carlin joked that he wanted people to feel that way about how he died.

I ran into a pharmacist I used to work with at Winkler while I was picking up some prescriptions. She looked a lot different, I commented on how I liked how she had cut her hair short.

She said, "Oh no, I didn't cut it, I have lymphoma."

I haven't seen her in over a year, and the whole thing just struck me really hard. I'm bumping into her at a drugstore and here she is talking about her lymphoma. Surreal.

I apologized for being speechless, and she said that she hadn't quite gotten used to it yet, either, although she's happy she's in remission. She hugged me and I didn't ask for her number or email or anything. Just shock.

I shook my head the whole way out, feeling really out of touch with reality, hoping it doesn't happen to me. She was too skinny.

Why prolong it?

I'm really worried about death from illness.

Give me an accident, quick and effortless.

I don't want to waste away as I slowly watch my body fail itself. Please, just let it be quick when it happens.

"I think you have the wrong number."

You think?

You don't know?

I can't figure out why people don't answer things more affirmatively on the phone. I talk to people for about 7 hours/day on the phone and people just need to come out and say what they mean.