I received a hefty dose of human mortality yesterday. A highschool acquaintance, Zane Beaudreux, died finally after a three day stent at the hospital. At which time he checked in with a headache, and within the next two hours of his being a patient his brain stopped functioning. Apparently he had a tumor in his head that (for lack of a better word) burst.
He was 23, just like me.
Now I realize that death comes to us all eventually, and that it's supposed to be a good thing via God, Yaweh, Allah, A Higher Power, or whatever, but he was only 23. Death is just something that I am not yet ready to accept.

Go with God, my friend.