In the main, ghosts are said to be forlorn and generally miserable, if not downright depressed. The jolly ghost is rare.

The sudden death at 51 of James Gandolfini is intolerable.

Just think of all the billions of coincidences that don't happen.

There were several things a Yale freshman was supposed to be able to do. You had to demonstrate in the Olympic-size Yale pool that you could swim 50 yards or be inducted into swimming class.

Why anyone, by dying, should thereby be declared beyond criticism, innocent of wrongdoing, suddenly filled with virtue and above reproach escapes me.

Electronic devices dislike me. There is never a day when something isn't ailing.

The information superhighway? That sounds like a place that's long and boring and kills 50,000 people a year.