Quote by Jack Nicholson

I'm Irish. I think about death all the time.

I'm Irish. I think about death all the time.

Summary

This quote reflects the cultural tendency in Ireland to openly discuss and contemplate mortality. In Irish culture, death is often seen as a natural part of life that is acknowledged rather than ignored. The speaker suggests that thoughts about death are a common occurrence for them, potentially indicating the influence of a cultural mindset that acknowledges the temporary nature of existence.

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