Gazooks! Now Billy Mays, the pitchman, has died unexpectedly. It sorta shakes a person up that death is so darn sneaky. It makes you feel like you can't depend on tomorrow anymore.
For years I have been planning a poster of all my favorite things for my kids to use at my funeral. So far, I have the poster board and a folder labeled "Poster" with two things it it. I have also done a poem (which still needs work) and I've made list of recordings that I wanted to put on a CD for the occasion. Obviously I'm not taking my own demise seriously enough.
Don't get me wrong--I fully plan on dying. For one thing, I can't afford to live to a really old age. And for another, I probably won't hold up very well and it's no fun being old and never getting to go anywhere. It seems getting out of the house is necessary to my sense of well-being.
However, since I'm already older than any of the recently deceased celebrities (except for Ed McMahon), I guess I'm doing OK.
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