Said It Too Late

You may have heard about this, a tragic car accident in the Chicago 'burbs last week. Three guys go out to lunch and die when someone trying to off herself slams her car into theirs. Think about it...you say to someone, "Have a good lunch, Michael," and you don't see them alive again. Not to get all touchy-feely -- especially since I fail to do this almost every day -- but this story is a reminder to cherish each and every day you're able to live and interact with your friends and loved ones.

Dig deeper into the story, and you'll find one of the guys killed was the drummer in Silkworm, a fine, underrated band. Not that it's important in this or any other context, but I never got around to seeing Silkworm, and now I never will. (Some nice memories are posted on the band's message board at the site above.)

Making the story even more bizarre, the girl responsible for the deaths is a model. I post this here not for prurient reasons, but just because it adds an odd layer to the whole thing. Here's an attractive woman who would seem to have a lot going for her, yet she felt compelled to try to kill herself. Instead, she kills three innocent bystanders, irrevocably altering so many lives other than her own. I can't even put how I feel about all of this into words, other than to marvel at how fucked up the world almost always is.