We love hearing from you but...

Unfortunately the Post Office does not officially recognize The Brink of Death.  As far as they are concerned (and believe me they aren't) it is not a place, has no location, recipient, or mailbox.  We are working on these issues and would like to put The Brink on their map so to speak, but currently all hand-mailed correspondence to The Brink of Death will be lost, destroyed, or returned (if you are lucky).  We will notify you as progress is made on this front.  For now, please send your thoughts and questions via email to atthebrinkofdeath@gmail.com.

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood...

...and a beautiful day at the Brink of Death. The snow is melting, the sky is blindingly gorgeous, the ground smells raw and new. It feels like it might be time for a springy Mr. Rogers singalong at the Brink. Everybody ready?



It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?

It's a neighborly day in this beautywood,
A neighborly day for a beauty,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?

I have always wanted to have a neighbor just like you,
I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.

So let's make the most of this beautiful day,
Since we're together, we might as well say,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won't you be my neighbor?

Won't you please,
Won't you please,
Please won't you be my neighbor?


-Shannon