I See You've Called in Dead

by John Kenney

There are 161 songs about New York City, more than any other city in the world. There is a reason for that. Despite the noise and the outrageous cost, the crowds and truly repulsive smells, it is unlike anywhere else.

Learning about dying taught him how to live.”

I wouldn’t change a day of my life. I’d just like more of it.’”

How rude of the dead to die. How selfish. Wherever they are, no pain, in eternal darkness or wondrous afterlife. And here we are, tears streaming down our cheeks, the knotted stomach and clammy palms, a feeling akin to falling, in a dream that won’t end.

The greatest wonder is that every day, all around us, people die, but we act as if it couldn’t happen to us.

there is literally a one-in-four-hundred-trillion chance of ever being born