Yesterday a friend of mine who read one of your older novels and had no idea how old you were asked me if you were still alive. It wasn’t a silly question but I started to panic a little because death is a inevitable thing, and as you well know, all great things must come to an end, and yes, one day you will eventually die, like many great authors I deeply appreciate. I’m not scared of dying, not even a little bit, but how can I overcome this awful dread of seeing my favorite authors dying?