Do you constantly think about death? Is it like a reverse adolescence where you had constantly thought about sex? I know I’d think about the people I’d known who’d been alive and are now dead. That’s totally surreal to me. Yet that’s how it is. I’d remember a snatch of conversation. Like a final contact point with that person. How I’d bumped into her and it’s been like a mini reunion. And then bam, next I heard she had died of breast cancer. And the list grows. Anyway you know what’s the prompt right…death.