There has always been a sneaky feeling in the back of my mind that I would go in an unfortunate accident, be it a car accident or a plane crash. I once sat next to a man on a plane who said to me, “Don’t worry, I’ve already been in a plane crash. The odds of it happening again are impossible.” We laughed, but I think of his comment on every flight. What are the odds? When this day does come, I know I’ve lived a life of love and made every effort to leave the world a more beautiful place. It’s my hope I can look at someone in that moment of realization and sing to die by your side, well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine.