There was a time not long ago when this Yellow Deli was buzzing with the sound of happy customers sharing a meal together, and I'm sure one day soon it will be again, but in the meantime I sit alone in an empty Deli sipping some Yerba Mate, listening to the familiar traditional tunes that always fill the air here... and writing this short article for you.

Just as many people are confined to their apartments, unable to do what they want to do, alone with their thoughts, so will it be in death. It will be a place of waiting, with no distractions, thinking about how you lived your life, and what choices you made, whether good or bad. Most people wouldn't have predicted this catastrophe. Now everyone is talking about all the death from this plague.

He anxiously paces back and forth, each stride pushing the boundaries of his social-distancing parameters. He nervously peers through the windows of the local Mega-Mart as the line-up grows behind him. "Will there be enough for me?" he fretfully ponders. "One... Two... Three," he counts the bales of toilet paper being plundered off the shelves, adding to his anxiety.