Lately I’ve had death on my mind a lot. Not morbidly so, but I have been realizing that I have chosen, by bicycling, a somewhat dangerous means of commuting. I do risk injury by riding my bike moderately fast on busy roads, and lately I’?ve wanted it written out what should happen to me if the unthinkable happens. Fortunately for me and our pocketbook, I happen to have met a lawyer on the train. We smiled politely at one another all winter, and finally we started chatting a few months ago about life, the universe, and everything.