Life Will Be the Death of Me: . . . and You Too!

by Chelsea Handler

“It’s the ‘everything is a possibility’ phase that I live for. I don’t ever want another person making the decisions about where I go or what I do, or to be sent down a particular runway I haven’t approved. I want to change runways all the time, and I don’t like answering to others. I don’t like feeling trapped, or having to get approval to go on a trip from anyone. I want to do what I want to do when I want to do it. I’m completely fucking spoiled.”

Chet had basically commandeered most of my life, and I barely knew the guy. Don’t let other people decide what kind of mood you’re going to be in. Don’t let anyone change your life in one day. Don’t let death take you down and keep you down. Go down, but get back up. If we don’t give in to our despair—and instead lock it away—we fail to properly mourn the people we love. How on earth are we honoring the very people we are grieving if we fail to mourn them fully? We should be celebrating the people we’ve lost. I missed thirty years of celebrating my brother.

Death