A classmate from Shos’ prep school died of cancer. He was barely in his thirties. We had a conversation about what, at least to us , is an untimely passing. At some point I made the following remark:

“When people we know live to 60, 70, even 90 years old, dying at a younger age seems so unfair.”

But since we have very little or no control over the length of our lives, what point is there to be upset? And would not existing at all be better than having a short life?