Prince died. So did the female wrestler Chyna. David Bowie died recently. I wrote a thing about that then.
You really can’t go wrong owning a funeral home.
It’s sad, but if we all lived forever we’d never experience loss and, therefore, appreciate life. Only in the transience is there something to yearn for.
I watched Crocodile Dundee, that helped. It has an underrated score. Stirring.
David Bowie died yesterday. Otis Clay died last Friday. Roughly 1,073,973 people died in the past 7 days. 106.6 people die every minute. 1.8 per second. Every second I waste thinking what to write next – correcting ‘right’ with ‘write’, etc. – is another couple of dead humans (not to mention the sizable number of insects, mammals, reptiles, fish, birds, other species/lifeforms, all dying simultaneously).
About 255 babies are born every minute. 4.3 per second.
Life is still winning.
Maybe one of those babies will become the next evolution of David Bowie or Otis Clay. Or Otis Redding or David Foster Wallace.
Maybe one of those lives will live on Mars. A real space oddity. Let’s dance, and hope.
Wife: Who was the guy in The Bodyguard?
Me: Kevin Costner.
Her: Do you think he’s sad Whitney Houston is dead?
Husband (thinking): Sure.