“Do you ever think about dying?” asked Barbie.  I do.  Do you? I'm on the eve of my 78th, luckily still alive. I think about dying, but not in a morose way.  I stumbled into death at age 18 when I worked for a funeral home that also ran the community’s ambulance service.  We’d take the big “S” off the side of the Oldsmobile hearse, put the bubble light on top, and clamp in the stretcher.  Sometimes we’d deal with accidental or old age death;…