Thus several of my colleagues my age after a fellow from our sister department, also our age, died the night before last. Having bumped into him in the corridor for years, we all knew and liked him quite well. He had been struggling with brain tumor for a while, but it could have been any of us all the same. It makes you think, indeed. The funny thing is that I have not heard these words from any of our younger colleagues. Perhaps they are being polite, for “you” is such an ambiguous word.