What about now, GGB? What about now?
Some of us (yes, me) are volunteering at a homeless shelter this morning (no, I am not kidding although I can understand why you'd think I would be) and need to be safely across you in about an hour.
I drive across the GGB every day and always assumed if I died upon him/her, it'd be in an act of terrorism. No, apparently I'll perish in a SNOW STORM, but at least everyone will have to say nice things at my memorial because I was on my way to do God's work.
"Ugh, so sad about Beth."
"I know! And I understand she was on her way to volunteer in the community."
"Well, she must be smiling down on us from heaven, then."
"I doubt it. She was probably just doing it for blog fodder..."