On this special day, I hope you'll spend time with your friends and family. The memories of fellowship amongst loved ones will be of great comfort years from now when you are alone on your deathbed, feeling the life force ebbing from your disease-ravaged husk.

Have fun as you take your next step towards the cold embrace of the grave.

Yup

I can't bring myself to walk across any bridge, because I become consumed with the irrational urge to pitch myself over the railing. I'm afraid that someday my rational mind will weaken and I'll actually act on that impulse.

You would think that people of all nations would join together in community, united in awareness of the inevitability of death, which knows no geographical boundaries.

I'll probably pick up Samurai Cop at Best Buy on the way home from work and watch it while I eat my sandwich. Then I'll lie down on the couch and think about the cold embrace of the grave.

Say what you will, Katy Perry's upbeat pop music is a welcome distraction from the looming shadow of mortality that awaits us all.

Your point is well taken. I make the classic error of assuming other people's experience of social networking is similar to my own. I find Facebook disappointing because (for me) it's not well suited to meaningful connection. When I talked to people through F2F, phone or email conversations, I focused on them and had…

I think it's been a great boon to those in less fortunate circumstances, who might otherwise have passed through their lonely lives in isolation, unable to reach out to other people and to enjoy the pleasures of connecting with society as most of us do. The Internet has empowered so many to share in some small way in…

I'm glad for any amount of satisfaction you're able to wrest from a world that can so often be miserly with its joys.

I think it's great that those of us who grew up in the 80s can look back on past moments of laughter and joy from a more innocent and carefree time, to carry us through our middle age.

To each their own, I say. No matter what road you choose in life, ultimately they all wind up in the same place. May we all at least cultivate for ourselves whatever measure of solace we can take as we face the prospect of mortality.

I don't know if I want a darker version of the Doctor. I look at the hopeless situation of innocents in Syria and Iraq and other places around the world, including children right here in the U.S. who are abused and destroyed in unimaginably horrible ways, and I have to wonder if it's worth the emotional catharsis to…

It seems like she was ultimately at peace with her fate, though in a way it was a bittersweet end to what could have been a life full of adventures completely new to human history.

Why bother?

It sure is strange how much of our limited time on earth we spend on activities that are ultimately of such little real significance that they blur together in our thoughts. What draws us to such things over other experiences that might prove more meaningful at the end of our days.

Not directly, I guess, though some might use their wealth to buy sexual services from women carrying STDs including herpes. What a strange, unwell world we live in where people deny true human connections in favor of mere satiation of fleshly desires via strangers.

Human trafficking is a blight on humanity. Children being raped to death in filthy rooms by men whose spiritual ugliness eclipses even that of some serial killers. I don't think I believe in God, but what a small mercy it would be to these tortured and destroyed innocents if there is some existence after death in…

I thought the Department of Homeland Security was basically the marriage of all of those organizations. Kudos I guess to anyone who joins up with these agencies in the idealistic hope of staving off some small measure of untimely death and suffering.

No death is fortunate, but Womack did OK I guess in that 70 is more than most of us can hope for. I hope it was of some comfort to him that he would die famous and leave a lasting legacy, instead of just dying anonymous and alone like most of us, scraped up off of a hospital bed in some state hospital and forgotten…