On March 4th, we lost the frontman of The Prodigy and the hottest man in 90210. With celebrity death comes our social media farewells. Disappointingly, we’re discussing the wrong issue.
Selfies today, gone tomorrow. Social media has many ways to deal with your death. You can even haunt your loved ones if you so wish. You monster.
There’s a school of thought that pushes you to eliminate suffering; but in the real world, we cannot avoid it. Would you rather suffer in the aid of something you want? Or would you rather miss out?
Death. It comes to us all, but who measures out the chances of that happening and how do they reach that figure? Welcome back to the abject chicanery of Sci-gasm.
It seems we can be forgiven after all for weeping over the deaths of celebrities we never meet. We mourn our own fragility, faced with the reminder that nobody can live forever.
Registered nurse Kari Stiles weathered a couple of losses this past weekend, her uncle and a patient under her care, and it got her thinking about death.
Paris Portingale goes to the doctor to learn more about death, and whether or not you can die from nothing.
Jim Carroll wrote a song that was popular in the ’80s called “People Who Died” … this is Jeff Reese’s version of that same concept, reflecting back on friends who have passed.