| Article: | Considering mortality We are all going to die. I know, you don't have to tell me. That's not the ideal way to kick off a column that is supposed to focus on the tickling of the funny bone yet it is, nonetheless, a fact. A fact, incidentally, I get reminded of three of four times a week nowadays when I go to the mailbox. Those fun loving guys and gals up at the A.A.R.P. are relentless when it comes to trying to sell me life and/or health insurance. I don't get it. If they know I'm nearly 55 and, due to my many health-ravaging habits, could easily become gravely ill or even assume room temperature any moment now, why would they want to insure me? |