a curious sense of mortality

So it is open enrollment at work for our healthcare and other benefits. This year I am taking care of something I should have done at the last open enrollment, upping my life insurance to cover the cost of the condo should something happen to me. I want to make sure my sweetie-wife has no worries about where she will live if that happens.

So I got on line and made the changes and upped the coverage to cover the outstanding price on the condo.
This has left me with a curious sense of my own mortality. I’ve been married less than two years, and I was never married before and never had a mortgage before. Somehow making these changes really brought home to me that death is out there waiting for me.
(It didn’t help passing the scene of a deadly bicycle/auto accident on the way to work Monday.)