Wow. I can't believe the Crocodile Hunter (Steve Irwin) died. I was told late last night, and it made me really sad. He was so full of energy and zest and pizazz, and lots of that fun sort of crazy that you can't help but smile when you see. He really was one of those people you just sort of thought of as invincible. If I've learned anything in the last few years it's that death can claim anyone at any time, regardless of how many years and how much life you think they should have left.

This made me think about the movie American Beauty (which I haven't seen since it was released). But in the movie the character that dies (and is narrating after the fact) addresses the fact that when you get up in the morning on the last day of your life, you have no idea that that is your final day. I don't think any of us live our lives the way we would if we knew when it would all be over. If we did commerce would crumble because we certainly wouldn't be going into work! Or eating that "low-fat, low-cal" stuff or what-have-you. Anyways, regardless of what your beliefs are about what happens after someone leaves this existence, it's just sad, because forever doesn't exist.