Eek! Spectres of death are all around me. Is this what connects me to the human race?

One minute it green grass and high tides. Then.....

my friend's back spasms become polyps and chemo.

an estranged friend suddenly croaks. Now I have to be a black sheep at a funeral only to find my dog who has been hanging out in my closet has chewed up my black shoes.

The same old dog that took a header this morning trying to take a poop. Guess we all got our problems. All I can do is mine it all for a laugh or two. I mean, what are my options?