The Oldie

Dying alone – my second greatest fear

For those d’un certain âge who live alone, a time comes when the fear that has been murmuring for a while becomes a deafening holler.

It concerns mortality, of course, although not the plain fact of it. It’s a little late for that because, while – in the absence of serious disease – the goyim can postpone fretting about death until middle age, the Jew tends to be more precocious.

This Jew first became convinced that the end was imminent at 18, on the

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