you should see what comes up when you type "death" into a search engine!

oh, as a p.s. to saturday night: the friend of the family we were out with (who is probably a.'s age, i.e. mid-forties) at one point referred to me and my nephew z. (aged 15) collectively as "the kids." and we were all like, excuse me? and he asked me, well, how old are you? and i always ask people how old they *think* i am first, to which he responded, "fifteen or sixteen." ahaha! ha. that would be the story of my life. and i used to think it was cute and funny, but it's starting to worry me now that people aren't taking me seriously, or are at least forming false impressions upon meeting me; because while this guy seemed to think an eight-year spread was negligible (and in ten years that would probably be true), i'd say there's a pretty large difference between high school sophomore and college graduate.

reid: do you think that's why i can't get a date?
elle: have you ever asked anyone?
reid: . . . no.
elle: *that's* why you can't get a date.