“One day, you are going to die,” Jeff’s booming voice echoes through the church. “Everyone in this room will someday be dead.”
I am chewing on my fingernails. I wish he had chosen a different topic.
“Look around,” he instructs. People stir in their pews. “Some of us won’t be here next year.”
A baby starts crying.
“It’s important to remember every day that passes brings us closer to the day that we die.”