This year has been bookended by the deaths of two of my favorite icons, David Bowie and Carrie Fisher. 2016 also saw the death of my faith in democracy, common sense and humanity in general. Between all these great people dying and my suspicions that the End Times are surely near for all of us, I've had cause to really ponder my own mortality. I'm less concerned about what happens after we die in the spiritual/metaphysical sense and more concerned about what happens after we die in the sense of not wanting anyone to eulogize me using a trite phrase like, "She loved with her whole heart."