Excuse Me For Being Morbid...

...but I've been thinking about death a lot lately. Not in that panickey, depressed way, so no phone calls, please, but more in a "I can't believe at some point I'll cease to exist" way. I don't know if I'm just odd or if everyone does that. Here's my stream of thinking on a daily basis.

"I can't believe that I'm going to die someday."
"How is that possible?"
"Is there life after death? Am I going to exist after I die? Or am I gone forever?"
"The people that make this brand of oatmeal that I eat every morning... they're going to die, too!"
"I wonder if they enjoy making oatmeal..."
"I wonder if they think about dying while making the oatmeal..."
"I wonder what I'm going to eat for lunch..."

Ok, so I'm not THAT deep a thinker.