Well, until this recent event, I didn't have much to complain about, either, Crudemood, and just because you haven't had people close to you die doesn't mean you're not allowed to regard events in your own life as having been comparably bad. "Worst" is a subjective, comparative thing. Before losing my sister, about the worst I had to complain about was when I was real sick from a ruptured appendix, and I wasn't fully informed about how bad that really was, apparently, and so didn't even realize it till I got sprung from the ICU and eventually got well how bad it had been.

The more I think about it, Slipknot, the more I think there really is no good way to die. A slow death from disease is awful. And a sudden, violent death is awful, too, and, in my book, much worse. Ideally, I hope when my time comes, I'll be 118, in good health, in good mind, and will just pop off in my sleep from a stroke or something else fast and final. I know in time I'll get to feeling better about losing my sister. It's all just too fresh right now. But it helps that I've got a husband and son who need me--and parents and a younger sister, too, for that matter. Somehow it's easier to go on when others are depending on you. Don't you agree, Slipknot?