You know how it goes: Nothing is certain, but death and taxes. I don't think too much about taxes. It's probably the one thing where I just let RL have all the fun. But death, well I'm kind of weird when it comes to that subject.
Yesterday I was driving home from work and was nearly t-boned by a semi on the expressway. The first thing I thought: "Yeah, I'm ready to die." Not like suicide or anything, I'm just ready. My ducks are in a row. Things are good with the Man upstairs. I've told my kids I love them. I think about stuff like that, probably a lot more than others. There's been a lot of deaths in my family; too many have died too young. So I guess that's why I think that way.
I mean, I already have my casket picked out. I'll hear a song on the radio or one of my CDs and think, "Oh, that would be good to play at my funeral!" Some people plan their dream wedding, I plan my funeral. Well, I don't sit around and daydream about it . . . Ok, yeah, sometimes I do. But I snap myself out of it after a few minutes.
And if this is who's escorting me out of this life . . . Well . . .