There have been maybe three hangovers in my life where I thought I was going to die. These all happened before I had heat stroke which made me really think that death was imminent. As I lay in bed for three days, often a smile would creep across my face and I’d wonder, “Is there life after death?” This was then followed by choking down more water, puking, and realizing that if there was indeed life after death, Elvis would still be on tour as well as the “good half” of the Beatles. I can find some degree of comfort in that.