I think about death quite often. I'm the sort of person who sits around contemplating why, if you play the sound file for the zombie head crabs in halflife 2 backwards, they say, "help god oh god help," so of course I think of death a lot. I think of the reason for death, how to prepare for death, mortality, the loss of family, and a shitload of other things. I'm a man of thought. I'm way too much of a coward to be a man of action. Also, I pace while I think. That pisses off my twin sister, and is therefore worth it.