Journalists have a penchant for writing columns whenever their dogs die. Well, it needs to stop. Everybody's dog dies. My dog died. Your dog died. And if we get new dogs, they'll die too. That, my friend, is life.
I'll tell you what else. Everybody's husbands and wives make them crazy, no one gets enough sex, no one has enough time, no one makes enough money. Our kids are the best, our kids are the worst, and we're all afraid we'll pick up the phone and someone will say, "Your mother is dead." And you know why? Because everybody's mom dies.
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