I mentioned earlier irony is a form of detachment. According to definitions about irony that I looked up earlier, "ironic" points to situations poignantly contrary to what was expected or intended: "madness, an ironic fate for such a clear thinker." Or it describes situations where an inconsistency suggests a lesson about human vanity, foolishness, or ignorance, or exemplifying the folly of supposing that we can know what fate has in store for us. I certainly feel fate leering sardonically behind my back. It's not detachment on my part. It's horror. The Death Clock, the Internet's friendly reminder that life is slipping away, will cheer me up.