Is it just me noticing more cars passing by with a memorial decal of a loved one stuck against their back window, or have you been seeing them too?

What a lovely trend.

Ironically highways are the leading cause of death in America--over war and any of the popular diseases--but need we add more heartache to reality?

I mean with two wars, unemployment at an all time high, and that Al-Qaeda piece of trash setting his crotch on fire Christmas Day, don’t we get enough bad news?

We used to mourn our dead in private, but nowadays cemeteries, urns, and plaques are not enough.

Today we get stuck at a red light reading about Big Willie gone at the age of 42.

Those saddened with the loss of a loved one have the bug to inform the public at every traffic signal, parking lot, multiplex, and McDonald’s that they’re depressed, and we gotta feel their pain.

This whole thing started with Dale Earnhardt, Sr.

NASCAR fans were stunned the day Earnhardt crashed and died at the Daytona 500 on February 8, 2001. They called it tragic. Shocking. More than they could bear.
The man in black ( I thought that was Johnny Cash) was a hero, and no one could’ve predicted that Earnhardt’s life would’ve ended that day.

Really?

Does it take a psychic to predict that when you round a corner at 160 mph, you might not die in your sleep just short of a hundred?

Everywhere I drove I saw Earnhardt, #3, 1951-2001.

Lately, I’m reading the birth and death dates of everyone else.

Enough already. A couple days ago I turned on Serius XM comedy when an SUV announcing Grandma Martha’s untimely demise cut in front of me.

Hey sorry Grandma, and I wished you would've told someone when you snuck off alone and went deep sea fishing, snagging that sixty-five pound marlin that yanked you into those roaring waves…

But keep those memorials to the side of the highway, not on them.