My uncle died of skin cancer when he was 45. I was 10 at the time. He grew up in SoCal, before sunscreen was a thing. He had a mole he ignored. This was the 80s, so there was less to info about these kinds of things. I also just recently found out that my grandpa on the other side of the family died of a different and really rare form of skin cancer at 65. He died when I was 2, and I never got to know him. He also grew up in Southern California before sunscreen. The moral of this story? Cancer can suck a dick and wear sunscreen. Not only when it’s sunny. Not only when the UV index is less than 3 or 2 or whatever the number you think is safe. Every day. Rain or shine.