• Toddler: *points to mole on my neck* Why you got a booboo?
  • Me: That's not a booboo, it's a mole, it's a part of my body.
  • Toddler: *Looks at me, increasingly worried.* Is...is it gonna come get me?









You see, death doesn’t happen to you; it happens to everyone around you. To all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how they’re gonna live the rest of their lives… without you in it.