We have all heard this at some point in our lives. I remember being in middle school the first time someone (an adult) used this phrase for my birthday. I was like “Damn! Settle down Karen, I’m only 13.” One does not just tell a thirteen year old they are heading straight for the eternal sleep… at least that is what I thought.
In hindsight, this phrase is pretty spot-on. Duh. By this point we all know we are going to die. I mean sure, on my birthday I am technically only one day older, but it is still one day closer to the end. In fact, every second that ticks brings our visit from the grim reaper ever closer. [Side note: Do you think there is a Cheerful Reaper? Just shows up like “Get in loser we are going on a trip to happy town. [Side note within side note: Basically an acid trip or just some really big life event that isn’t depressing, such as Netflix adding a new season of a show for your lazy butt to binge in 8 hours (looking at you Black Mirror).]] 
So if you haven’t figured it out by now, it is my birthday. My presence has been a part of this glorious terrestrial planet for 26 years. You’re welcome. My new mission in life is simple: eat, sleep, and breath death (funny because without any of these things you would, in fact, die). I know I have had a little hiatus from writing this blog for you wonderful people, but I am back and I want nothing more than you to be able to read, learn, laugh, and grow from this blog. So for my birthday, please write to me about anything death related you may be interested in. And I mean anything! Want to know about a certain corpse or more about death practices? Want to know the ins and outs of my mortuary school? Curious about your own fate? Intrigued by what I fear most or how a mortuary student decorates their house? It’s all fair game. Do not be afraid to start a conversation with me. Please share this blog anywhere you can with the ones you love. Don’t forget to follow me on Facebook and Twitter.
As always, stay intrigued by death, my friends.
Happy Birthday to me. Here is my favorite little birthday ditty:
Happy birthday <thud> Happy birthday <thud>
Doom and gloom and black despair
People dying everywhere
Happy birthday <thud> Happy birthday <thud>
Now you’ve aged another year
And Your death is drawing near
Happy birthday <thud> Happy birthday <thud>
May the cities in your wake
Burn like candles on your cake
Happy birthday <thud> Happy birthday <thud>
Huzzah!
TC – Death Writer
The Undertakers Apprentice 