Death is something that once I began to obsess over it in the 7th grade I have never stopped. Fricking On A Pale Horse did not help. It was too late anyways. I had begun my poseur-suburbia-wanna-punk-goth-shennanigans. I talked about death, dying, corpses, the ever-after and the lot until the end of the 11th grade.
Thank you kindly, Mudhoney.
But death is still something I contemplate multiple times a day. It has never stopped clicking-clicking-clicking the top of my spine.