Death. It's kind of a funny thing, well not funny but ironic. Take this for example; my grandpa is almost 80, he's survived two different forms of cancer, a war, has wreaked every type of vehicle (airplane to boat), and has lived with my grandma for 50 years. The man is indestructible. Now take my friend Steven for example; 17 years old and healthy, yet he died in his sleep last week, without and apparent reason whatsoever. I don't understand it, not a bit.
I'll write more on this at a later time.
