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Originally Posted by Alawen Everywhere
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I eventually wise up and shut up. My family lives into our 90s, it's really beneficial to us that the rest of you kill yourselves early if you think about it.
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I die at 80 after a long life of enjoying healthy food, tasty food, sometimes food that is both, cigars, alcohol both sophisticated and not, a cigarette here and there, rich, aromatic coffees, and exquisitely crafted desserts and candies.
You start dribbling into a cup at 80 and spend the next ten years of your life slowly sliding into twilight as your mental and physical facilities fail. By 82 you're in a home. By 83 your family has mostly stopped visiting you. By 85 you don't know where you are. By 87 you don't know what year it is and start to forget your family, wondering where your wife is, forgetting she's been dead for five years, getting to relive the pain and mourning from losing your love about once every four weeks. By 89 you're in a bed shitting into a pan watching reality TV for eighteen to twenty hours a day, and by 90 you're dead.
Your family is happy you died because they feel guilty about putting you in adult daycare-prison ten years ago and say stuff like "It's really better off this way -- he's been dead, essentially, for five years." Your grandchildren are happy you're dead because they don't have to lose time playing EQ3 or WoW2 visiting you anymore.