The Tragedy of Someone Younger Than Me Dying

Man, I hate it when someone younger dies. I read about a 33-year-old actress who just passed away. It hit me hard, even though I really didn’t recognize her. That isn’t the point. For me, it’s odd when someone younger than me passes away. It’s a reminder of my own mortality. I’m grateful I’ve made it this far, despite a couple of close calls. I very much value every day I have with my friends and loved ones. I talk about this in today’s episode of our podcast. Death fucks with my head from time to time. I don’t like fixating on it. But it creeps back into my mind all too often. It helps to discuss it on our podcast when it’s bothering me. I appreciate you giving me an audience to do that for. Thank you for lending me your ears. You guys are all just the best. © 2026 The Mouthy Renegade Writer. All rights reserved. Mooch thinks that you all deserve 50% off our paid subscription rate. It’s just $2.49 monthly, or $24.99 a year to support our independent journalism. Here’s our half-off coupon, just for you! Join HERE for 50% off! If you enjoy my daily podcast episodes, I’d appreciate your support of my independent journalism. It’s less than $5 monthly, and I’d be honored to have your support. Thank you! Click HERE to Contribute to our GoFundMe. And we hope to see you soon on the road! https://gofund.me/bfe9b9429 Get full access to You Have the Right to Remain Mouthy at themouthyrenegadewriter.substack.com/subscribe