I thought we had a deal.

I thought I was done, through, finished, with death. Not so, say the fates. Damn them. This morning my great-grandmother, who was just 6 days short of her 101st birthday, died. She was a great woman, a schoolteacher, and has one of my favorite quotes of all time: "Just because you had cars doesn't mean you invented parking." She was cool, she didn't get married until she was 26 at a time where 26 was way past your prime. She married a man named after the pope and refused to raise her kids catholic. She lived on her own until she was 96, then moved into the nursing home.

She will be missed.

Some levity and the Friday Five coming up, next entry.