Look at you, Mister Spiritual.
Agreed, though. 114,000 souls that didnt make it to this day.
*looks up something that says it better than I could*
Into your hands, Lord
We entrust our brothers and sisters.
Into this world you gave them life and love,
Deliver them now from these troubled times,
And give them rest from their pain.
*sigh* It really doesnt help having so much free time to dwell on these times, too.
Humanity goes through things and comes out fine enough.
I wish I had some scotch.