I wonder if this really is a common theme with us BPers. Even when I was a kid, I was obsessed with death and wondered if anyone would be sorry if I died; now as an older adult, I remain fascinated with it, and in many ways I see it as the ultimate adventure.

As a nurse, I've seen a lot of people pass on, and while most do so peacefully, I've witnessed a few who I fear may have seen something terrible as they were leaving this life---the look of horror in their eyes was something I'll never forget. Gives me the shivers just thinking about it. That's why I hope I'm in good standing with the Lord when it's my turn, which is one reason why I didn't commit suicide a year-and-a-half ago. I was too scared that it would be the one unforgiveable sin and I'd go to Hell for it. I'm still too scared. Which is probably a good thing.