Our inability to comprehend death is mindboggling. There is barely a medium out there that hasn’t covered the topic: Magazines, Newspapers, Radio Shows, Movies, Books, Commercials; the list is endless. Death is forced down our throats on a daily basis; however, when we hear of someone’s death we enter a state of bewildered shock. ‘How on earth did that happen?’ we ask ourselves. I wish I could say that I’m immune to the bewilderment but I’m not. Last week a friend of mine died of a heart attack. He’d spent 50 years drinking, smoking, and eating himself to death; the only exercise I’d ever seen him do was waddle to the fridge for another beer. For some reason his death still came as a shock; everyone at his wake was surprised by his passing. If we really sat down and thought about it we would’ve been surprised that it hadn’t happened sooner. Instead we had a beer and brought ourselves a step closer to the unfathomable inevitability.