And the first draft of Bad Apple is done.
It would have been a more pleasant experience if while I was writing about death, I didn't have to go through one, too. But I suppose death is always with us. For some people death doesn't function as a life-check, where you review and test all your beliefs and hope you come out on the other end relatively the same as you went in.
Otherwise someone will probably say to you "You really are a crazy chick."