"I'm really sad, my Grandfather died last week."
"Oh, no..." I said, "How old was he?"
"98...it's so sad."
I wanted to laugh. But instead I hugged my friend trying to hide what I thought was hilarious. Every grandparent on both my parents side died when I was a kid. I never got to see them at birthday parties or share memories with them or hear stories about their life and the valuable lessons they could have taught me from sharing their life with me. Nope. I got nothing. Now here was a friend who had all of those wonderful things for so long and instead of appreciating it, she was mad and upset.
Since I do "funny" for a living, I made sure to remind her to remember how lucky she was to have had him in her life all these years as well as the funny things she loved about it. Within seconds she was laughing.
Member when you were ten and hearing someone who was 40 meant they were deathly old? Then at 40, 60 wasn't that old. I bet at 80, will 90 still look young? Then at 100, what are you thinking? Can I make it one more year? Ten? Twenty??
Bottom line: When someone dies, we are reminded of how short life really is. We only get one life...don't screw it up.