Farewell, Christopher Hitchens.
Do I fear death? No, I am not afraid of being dead because there's nothing to be afraid of, I won't know it. I fear dying, of dying I feel a sense of waste about it and I…
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Exit Smiling
In 1728, at age 23, Ben Franklin composed his own epitaph: The Body of B. Franklin, Printer (Like the Cover of an old Book Its Contents torn out And shrift of its Lettering and Gilding) Lies here, Food…
And just like that, I was dead.
No, seriously! I was dead, just for a few minutes, but dead nonetheless. Long story short, on Sept. 25th an allergic reaction to a supposedly innocuous pill, caused my throat to close, shutting off my breathing and within…