"Fuck Him And Alexander"
A few thoughts on death, burial, and while we're at it, eternal life too.
The movie director William Friedkin died this week, at the age of 87. I had the same reaction I always have. First, I do some quick math. “87-54=33. Thirty-three years ago, I was 21. That feels like a long time ago. Thank God, I have a long time before I’m 87.”
Then I think, “Dead? I didn’t even know he was sick!” as if there’s some newsletter I forgot…
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