We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
IMHO it is possible and even easy to talk about death of your parents when you get older, friends and others you barely know. You know death is inevitable and some day your time will come. Let me tell you that you are kidding yourself. Until that day the doctor tells YOU that YOU have 6 months to live or perhaps something even less positive than YOU don't know what it feels like to face that inevitability. All your brave talk is BS, you just don't know that yet.