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I’ve checked my diary and the first death took place on the same day as my Introduction to Line Dancing class.

I was not aware of it at the time, or for several months after.

I don’t mean to sound flippant.

I’m not flippant about death. You could argue that death has defined my life, both personally and professionally.

The line dancing was not a success. I don’t know why I thought it would be.