For all the horrible things in the paper, I can't think of a recent paragraph that chilled me to the bone more than this one:
But that's the baby boom for you. This vast American cohort has exhaustively explored life's other big themes: love and sex, work and child care. Now, inevitably, boomers are watching loved ones die, and confronting their own fragility. Assuming that Ms. Didion has struck a generational chord - think of that huge one on the piano at the end of "A Day in the Life" - it seems fair to expect a melancholy river of death-themed books, plays and movies until the last of the baby boomers follow their predecessors into the grave.