An aquaintance of mine recently died pretty young and it got me to thinking.

What if we're put on this Earth, full of suffering and injustice, for a reason and, once we've accomplished our task, we get to die?

This guy I knew was perfectly satisfied going to his death, although it was tragic and painful, because he'd led a good life. He was survived by his father, who had a pretty questionable past.

Make you think...