Lives don't matter

People die all the time, and I can't mourn for every one.

My grandmother died in a car accident last week. She was 97, and survived the great depression, the Holocaust, and in a time where it was unheard of she raised my mother while putting herself through college as an engineer. She designed analog computers using discrete components before digital technology was really widespread, and to this day her designs control some of the most important industries in the world. Does her life matter?

Of course it doesn't, because I made all that up! Her life matters just as much as any person you don't have any connection to whatsoever dying -- which is to say, none!