[massphatness]

I really could not care less about when I'm going to die -- it's not something I think about, really at all. The woman I work for is 66 or so and stresses about sniffle, cough and bug bite that comes along. She won't stay in hotels above the 7th floor because she's afraid a ladder truck wouldn't be able to reach her. She doesn't fly because crashing terrifies her. Bird flu & mad cow nearly have her in a hermit-like state. It's crazy -- she's so afraid of EVERYTHING that I don't think she really enjoys anything. Sad. No thank you.