Not that I needed it lately, but I got another good reminder of the fragility of life this morning when I read that professional wrestler Eddie Guerrero died yesterday morning. Thing is, it was like any other day for him. He woke up in his hotel room that morning, and proceeded to get ready to head out to the arena for rehearsals for that evening’s Smackdown taping. He’s standing in the bathroom brushing his teeth and just suddenly dropped dead, he still had his toothbrush in his mouth when they found the body.
Just like that: You’re brushing your teeth. You’re dead.