We were driving up the road and I saw a cross in a field–a homemade-looking thing about 40 feet from the berm.  I wondered who had died there.  It was too far away from the road for it to have been a traffic accident.

So then I had to start wondering who had died everywhere.  How about here?  Here?  Here or here?  How many people have died in the general vicinity of my desk?  How many have died in the US?  In the world?  What are the chances if I go outside (or heck, if I stay inside) and I throw a dart that I’ll hit the very spot that someone, sometime, died?

And why do I think about these things?  Why can’t I think about fruit?  Or pelicans?