Lately, I have been consumed by death. It’s all around me and it’s one of the reasons I haven’t made a Youtube video in nine thousand years. One of my best friends’, we call him Irv Gotti, co-worker died. She was in her mid-twenties with two young kids. TWO. She had a blood condition where she wasn’t suppose to have babies. The whole thing is very Melanie Wilkes from Gone with the Wind. Irv Gotti works as a manager at an upscale groceries store. Rose was the nicest, kindest woman I have ever met. She was one of the gracious customer service girls- not the mean ones that are only nice to my guy friends and completely ignore me and give me the wrong change. (There really is a special place in hell for woman who hate women.) Rose was always bubbly and now I don’t know where she is. I refuse to believe she is just sleeping six feet below us. I like to think she is travelling the universe like a Time Lord.

Her passing make me feel that only the good really do die young- which mean I will roam this rotten earth forever.

Next my buddy, @EyeLikeCake’s best friend passed away. Again no older than twenty-nine. Gone. @EyeLikeCake is in bad condition. He won’t take visitors. Not that I blame him. There was no social media when I lost my family and the entire internet should be grateful for that. I feel most horrible in this case because I can’t buy him a box of donuts to feel better. I can’t take him out for drinks to cheer him up. Those tricks only work during a mid-level crisis. So I did the only thing I know how to do when it’s out of my control: I asked the universe to take care of him and make him feel better. To take his pain away and make him realize that unfortunately this is a part of life and that even though his friend has passed out we have to live. It was a horrible lesson for me to learn but it was also the only truth in death. We all die. While alive we might as well remember than there is sunshine and snow and Smirnoff. And cats- thank you, dear universe, for cats.