I tried. I really tried. A week after attending like my fifth or sixth funeral ever, I wanted to write about something positive, something funny today. I really did. I am sure there are millions of nice things that happen in Jamaica each day, but for some reason, the only things I could think of were the bodies of the babies found at the Riverton dump and Seaview Gardens in the past week.

Two innocents abandoned and left to die by their mothers (I would assume). This is not the first time women have done this. They have been doing it for years and for a million different reasons.

Some are desperately impoverished, others are depressed, while some are just plain selfish and evil.

These past few weeks, it seems as if death is everywhere. It's stalking us, lurking around each and every corner. Since I attended that funeral last week, I know of a few other friends who have taken ill and died. It's just sad. I mean, even Johnny Kemp, who had that hit Just Got Paid back in the 1980s, came to Jamaica for a visit and now he's dead. Death, it seems, has taken up residence in Jamaica.

A wise woman once told me that the longer you live, the more dead people you know, but it shouldn't be like this. It's bad enough that people get sick and die, but should we be helping death make notches on his scythe?

Take those three kids in Clarendon recently; executed by criminals who want to make a name for themselves and who want to take control of their community by driving fear into law-abiding citizens too scared to do anything about it.

Death is indeed everywhere. On the streets in just over a 100 days since the start of the year, more than 100 people have died on the nation's roads. The last two examples are what I mean about helping death out in this purple patch it's having.

The callousness and the lack of discipline are definitely not helping us. This week while travelling along Red Hills Road, two 'robot' taxis overtook me on the right, almost as if it didn't matter one bit whether traffic was coming in the other direction. That kind of behaviour is just tempting death to sharpen that scythe and wait for the appointed time to strike.

The criminals, well, they are a different matter, but we can do something about that situation as well. But we choose not to. Fear, nonchalance, or even a combination of the two are among the factors for us remaining passive even as we are being picked off like sitting ducks.

When is it going to stop? I guess when we are all gone. Because how we live says a lot about how we will die, and based on what's going on now, the momentum is building. Very soon, death will not only be inevitable, it might always come too soon.