On FMag today, my editorial with a bit of autobiography for an introduction:
Perhaps I have always thought about death a lot, because in my college days I escaped practically unscathed, without a seat belt, from an auto accident, which should have killed me. Or perhaps it’s because I had chronic abdominal pain as a child and then surgery to remove a kidney at 18. Or perhaps I just have a weird personality. Or an overactive imagination.
Read the article, "When Death Ceases to Be a Morbid Subject."