I learned of the death of two people who had a tremendous impact on my life last week: One you've heard of and one you probably haven't. Both helped me understand myself a little better when I was a teenager and then, unexpectedly, taught me something about death and dying as an adult.
When you get cancer you're forced into a club you never wanted to be a member of. I've gotten the diagnosis, I've had the surgery, and I've thought about death. It's how Roger Ebert lived his final days that offers a glimpse into what it means to live and die.
If Roger Ebert's throat cancer -- devastating and unforgiving -- has not been able to stop him, then nothing as petty as the collapse of one of the nation's stalwart journalistic enterprises is going to either.