Although a bit overly morbid, Louis C.K., has a point. We're all doing to be dead one day- and for a long time. So what makes it have any meaning? [In my best double-rainbow voice] What does it mean?
Don't worry, I'm not about to tell you a parable about footsteps in the sand, or break out baby photos or start crying uncontrollably while you awkwardly check Facebook on your smartphone.
Instead, let me tell just you about a weekend I had earlier this summer.