Every Sunday, the Times runs an opinion column written by Jeremy Clarkson. With his dry wit and quite outspoken opinions, it generally makes me giggle. This one, though, hit close to home :)
You can get recent columns here: http://www.timesonline.co.uk/section/0,,24389,00.html
I think often about how I shall die and when. I find myself looking at really old people and wondering what it must feel like; to know that youve reached a point where your life expectancy is measurable in minutes. Why arent they all running around waving their arms in the air panicking; because they must surely know that soon, everything that they hold dear everything will soon be replaced by the utter blackness of eternity? I get a lot of practice at thinking these things because in my life, every lump, bump, cough, ache and pain is the onset of some terrible killer disease. I catch ebola three times a week, and back in June, having discovered a nodule of something unpleasant near my left elbow, became fairly convinced Id become the first person in human history to catch arm cancer. A few days earlier, I had managed just to shake off a nasty bout of ear TB.
Rest of the column here: http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,24389-2290999,00.html