for virgo: When I was 19 years old, a so-called psychic predicted I would die when I was 24. As much as I scoffed at his careless quackery, his words subliminally worried me for years. On the day I turned 25 I celebrated extra hard. Partly because of that experience, I've always tried to be impeccably conscientious about how I conduct myself as a fortune-teller. I've vowed never to manipulate you with melodramatic prophecies that could distort your free will. So it's with a cautious sense of responsibility that I offer the following augury: The weeks ahead could be one of the most illuminating and successful times of the last five years. [sounds frankly ominous]

"The Book Of Love (Magnetic Fields cover)," Catherine A.D., seems like a good vigil song for Elmer, my friends' father, who is reported as both panicking and funny in the face of death