When you've seen someone die of cancer, seen them every day, write back, bub
Don't you dare to presume to lecture me on the ways of life and death, you self-centered fool.
I'm sixty-two years old, an old fashioned Eastern Massachusetts street guy, and I've probably carried more people out of more different churches than you've even driven by.
I've been a pall bearer for a Mass Port Authority director and an indicted Mafia hit man and a few in between. The very idea of you flashing that diseased lung at me borders on the absurd and lecturing me on the vagaries of life and death is so meaningless as to be laughable.
When you stop using your personal pain to influence the law and the actions of others, that is to say, when you grow up, write back, bub.
Jeez, sorry about confusing the lung picture with you... So many AHs on these threads it's hard to keep you straight.