More Dying

According to (yep, that website still exists), I am going to die on January 21, 2083.

Photo by Bill Ward's Brickpile (Flickr)

Is it weird that my first reaction was to wrinkle my nose at the idea of living until 2083?  It just sounds like an imaginary year from a sci-fi novel or something.  I don't even want to do the math on how old I'm going to be.  Okay... now that I've said it I have to do the math: 99 years old!!!  OH GROSS!!!!

I've got to say (to get really morbid for a moment), after watching my grandparents age and break down, I have no desire to live past 70.

Good thing the world is actually ending this weekend.

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