Death...It's a funny beast. You just never know when or how it's gonna hit you.

I've seen many forms of it. It does not shock me any more.I thought I was immune...Was I ever wrong.

I was calmly sitting in my den reading the paper and having my morning cup. Things were going my way. The sun was comming in on my face...It felt good to be alive.

Suddenly my dog Jake runs from the room as a chill rushes in...Damn I can see my breath as my chest suddenly becomes heavy and my blood turns to ice.

The sun turns black as I try to get up...I just can't move. What is wrong...What is wrong???

As I struggle to move I realize there is a creatrure dressed in black standing over me...His eyes flash ruby red...His skin is the color of the clouds that seem to be enveloping my body. I hear him chuckle as he approches my chair.

With a strange unearthly motion he throws a box in my lap and says, "You're next"..... I thought it would never happen to me.

I emplore all who read this...Be ready. You never know...