at dinner tonight. There will be no more discussing death, dying or the fact that someone has died during dinner. I have endured a death discussion almost every night since my cat Otto died in 2004. After Otto it was my Dad, then my mother in law's dog, then my boyfriend's father, then husband's great-aunt, then my grandmother, then my step-grandmother, then my recently deceased neighbor. And now Tim Russert. I can't stand it another evening! She's welcome to ask questions, offer her views and express herself regarding these losses anytime except between the saying of grace and the clearing of the table. I wouldn't mind except that she just seems to be in this "nightly death talk" habit.