Thinking about this week's word reminded me of a time I was pulled over for speeding. I was headed up to Idaho to visit some friends, at the time I was going to BYU, and I had drunk a considerable amount of root beer, and I had to pee so I was going a little fast. I was pulled over and I told the officer my situation, I was 100 yards from the exit I was going to take. He told me, in his very stern policeman voice, that it wouldn't matter how bad I had to pee if I was dead because I was going so fast. So, to this day I think of that. A whole lot of things don't matter if you're dead.