After our opening pledges to signify the official start of our meeting tonight, I thought I’d modernize the grand tradition of Girl Scouts—where girls break into song, chanting rhymes about death. Sure, they sound up-beat and catchy; they even include claps and snaps. You hardly notice until someone goes to heaven for eating poison or being eaten by a bear, or in my favorite song “Dead Moose,” where a body floats on the water and decomposes. We’ll have none of that tonight, no. Instead, we’ll play an ice-breaker called “Click, Bang, You’re Dead.” Because I, if nothing else, diversify.