Our Surest Hope in Life Is Death

And the life that comes after

I’m a little obsessed with death.

I know that sounds weird—because it kind of is—but it’s true, and I figure I should be honest with you about it.

I’m at that weird age and stage of life (35-years-old with two young children) in which I vacillate between feeling invincible and inescapably fragile in a matter of hours.

One day I may feel invincible, total…