Matt, who is definitely not dead.

Julie: If you die, can I have your iPod?
Me: Nope. I want it in the coffin with me, earbuds firmly in place set on shuffle.

Death has been a frequent topic lately. Should that concern me?

Saturday, during dinner, Matt, Deek and I were debating which one of would die first. Deek and I battled it out for the crown of Miss Kicks the Bucket First. Matt abstained from the vying, most likely because he knows he will out live us. He'll be one of those hippie, herbal massage therapists with white hair in a pony tail wearing hemp clothing smelling of patchouli listening to pan flutes.

So after all this death talk, I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow.

Keep your fingers crossed.