This is a preview of a bonus episode I recorded with my son, Glenn II, in which we talk about death.

You'll hear a little segment from this conversation now.

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I'll confess to you, my son, that I eminently aware of my own mortality and actually, you know,

when my heart skips a beat as it does occasionally, or I feel a twinge and, you know, spasm in a muscle or indigestion from a meal that doesn't quite go well or fatigue.

And I think about the fact that my days are limited and I have premonitions.

And, you know, having watched your mother who passed away from breast cancer in 2011,

as you know, having watched her suffer and die, I just have trepidation and anxiety in my anticipation

of the fact that I too show passed from this, how does Shakespeare put it, shuffle off this mortal coil,

something like that.

You shall cease strutting and fretting your hour upon the stage

to vote another syllabi.

You know, I wondered whether or not,

I mean, you're younger than me by 40 years.

Yes, exactly 40.

So you're kind of like a useful, although we're in that brief space where technically you're

now 41 years older than me because I'm 35 and you're 76.

But I use sort of like are useful age marker for me because you are still here,

thankfully, and still hopefully have many years left despite the thoughtful tenor of this

conversation. You are of an advanced age, but you're 40 years older than me, and life is long, but it is something that I think I've been aware of

my whole life, or at least my whole adult life, given that I did lose my mom so young,

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