AN IRONIC DEATH

The news that "100 Things To Do Before you Die," author Dave Freeman has, well, died, confirms my absolute worst fear: 

DYING AN IRONIC DEATH.

My adult onset terror surrounding all things chronic and ironic started in the days leading up to age 30. 

Here's the pre-birthday posthumous script I wrote in my head:

FRIEND #1: Hey, did you hear about Liz?

FRIEND #2: Yah, I'm sorry I missed her birthday party. The big 3-0! I can't believe she survived her 20's!

FRIEND #1: No, dude. She didn't. She was hit by the crosstown M79 bus the night before turning 30.  Pretty sad.

FRIEND #2: Wow, That's terrible. But hey, she would have appreciated the irony, right?

There are darker scenes suited for even more joyous occasions, but I'm afraid to write them.  And yes, gentle ironist, I realize the irony of, I Ironia, fearing irony.

I'm almost afraid to mention this phobia, lest I add another layer of irony to the ironic death that could be lurking around the next corner.  But compulsion trumps superstition and so I begrudgingly press PUBLISH POST.