It didn’t specify whether I’d be permitted to live out the majority of my 57th year, just that I’d die at 57. I’m actually kind of relieved because now I can relax and just do what want for the time I have left. I just wish I’d taken this quiz sooner.
I plan to frolic, gambol, (not gamble) and rejoice for my remaining two years. I will also especially enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth every minute of every day. Consequences schomsequences.
Actually, I’d also like to write a book and ride my motorcycle to Argentina like Che Guevara did. This news has really made it kind of a now-or-never proposition. I think I’ll have to do the motorcycle trip first, in case I have any adventures I want to include in the book before it’s too late.
Here’s a link to the quiz so you can find out if you need to start living it up right now or whether you need to slow it down a bit if you want to have enough energy to last another fifty or sixty years.
I’m pretty sure the question that gives you a choice between Elvis or Frank Sinatra somehow carries more weight than the rest of them. I think I somehow gave them the impression that I cared about what my corpse looked like. I guess I’m just lucky that Buddy Holly wasn’t an option, or my death might have been retroactive.
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