In a recent blood test, my doctor told me I’m showing an abnormal level of some kind of hormone that may be related to a malignant tumor in my pituitary gland (which is in your brain I guess). I don’t know for sure yet though, so no cause for alarm. I figure I’ve had a good run anyway, so I’ll probably try to do something heavily charitable in the case of my demise.
Here are some worse ways to go:
- Sharks eating you from below
- Tyrannasaurus-Rex eats you while you are taking at shit in an outhouse
- Tiny metal molecules in your blood are pulled from your body by giant magnet
- Your head hits a chair while falling down in a boxing ring, coach has to pull plug after months of immobility
- Arnold Schwarzenegger is holding you off a cliff by your ankle and lets go
- Giant underground worms sense the vibrations of your footsteps and surface to eat you
- Chief of crazy underground tribe removes your heart with his bear hands while you are trapped in a bamboo cage suspended over a pit of lava
- Slipped in shower
- Beam of focused light follows you around and burns you (ants only)
- Were Jewish in Germany during WWII
I call dibs on your stuff.
That’s cool.
I might need to liquidate some of the higher priced items to fund a cross-country drug spree. I’m sure you understand.
Even my Doctor isn’t sure yet, so don’t start making plans.