lot 63 grave C

Last night, I watched the series finale of HBO’s life/death masterpiece Six Feet Under. Finished/slept through about as much as usual when I start an episode at 1am/haven’t explicitly digested the meaning of life.

This morning, I was tricked into listening to two hours of Rush Limbaugh’s radio program. Drawn in by The Rolling Stones singing “revoluuuuuution” and an announcer “We want this at the national convention! This should be the theme song!” I thought I had stumbled on the Obama Power Hour.

Not so.

Everybody dies. The Rolling Stones. Etc.

Lot 63 Grave C by Sam Green