When I was younger I was often told that people should age gracefully… I didn’t see why then, and I still don’t. Growing old disgracefully is much more fun.
One possible consolation about dying will be that after all the many and dire predictions about the death of civilization through holocaust, pandemic, meteor strike, or whatever, while they may still happen, I won’t be around to suffer the consequences.
And – before I go to sleep at night I think wicked thoughts, at least if I die in my sleep I’ll die smiling – and leave everyone else wondering what in heck made me grin like that…
