Got the TV on, muted, as I typed the "Something Evil" post.
Scrolling across the bottom of the screen I read that Allen Toussaint died.
I google the dude and his picture pops up - January 14, 1938 - November 10, 2015.
Just like that. You die in 2015 and the date to the right of the hyphen is filled in immediately.
Feels like it happens too fast. Feels kind of cold and unfeeling.
Death requires time to be absorbed.
We are no longer allowed that time.