On Mortality

I'm writing obits at the newspaper this afternoon and all three that I've written are for people younger than I am.
We're talking about ages 43, 49 and 53. I (for the record) am a very young 62.
WTF?
I noticed that the family of the 43-year-old guy are asking for memorial contributions for the Damien Cener in Indianapolis, which is a support group for AIDS patients, so that probably explains his early departure from this life.
No such clues in the other two obits, so I'm left with the nagging realization that I'm probably closer to the end and the beginning.