Death comes knocking.

When you've had a cold for two days it isn't very encouraging to get a coffin brochure in the mail. Apparently Trappist monks manufacture earth-friendly caskets. If you act now and contact them for a catalog you get a free wooden cross.

I started re-reading The Stand again (Stephen King's tale of apocalyptic plague) and got sick right after so I'm especially aware of every cough, sneeze and headache. Now this. Death has a fucked up sense of humor.