Recently, a good friend of mine died of congestive heart failure. He was 70. He was highly educated (double PhD - Classics and Library Science). He traveled the world with his wife, also a PhD in English. He had three grandchildren and a daughter he adored. He had much to live for.

Recently, I've been deeply depressed and about a month ago I mentioned to my friend that I don't want to live to be 60. I'm 51. I'd have given him my heart if I could have.

Now that he's died I feel like a real horse's butt. We were always absolutely honest with each other about everything.

Do you think I was wrong to express my feelings about death knowing he knew he was dying? How would you have handled it?