He grinned his deathly grimace and asked, "Aren't you frightened, Bruce? One evening, I shall come for you!"
"Not at all, Death," I replied. "You'll come whether I am frightened or not. I had no say as to my coming into this world. I will have no say about leaving. Why should that trouble me?"
Death looked as if he might say something, but he had more souls to claim, so he moved on.
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The above came to me (more or less as I've written it) as I drove across Illinois yesterday evening. As the sun was setting, there was a gap in the cloud cover shaped remarkably like a scythe. I thought of the Grim Reaper, but the sky was so beautiful and I was so happy I smiled. I thought about my own mortality, and how it really shouldn't (and doesn't) bother me.
Have you ever thought of death, particularly your own? If so, what was your reaction? Please let me know in the comments.