1) I'm not going to die for a long time (presumably).
2) No one knows what happens when you die.
3) Eh, life's not that great. It might as well end sometime.
So no, I'm not scared of death.
So. A pope has died. I think it's the first time it has happened in my lifetime. Now I can say to my children one day, "Y'know, I was fifteen when Pope John Paul II died." And they'll say, "Who cares? We're not Catholic."
This isn't as exciting as I might have thought.
He was 84, Oddish. According to MSN.
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