I have always found it odd, that a person is not dead until a doctor pronounces them dead. I mean, what are you if they don’t find you for days? I know, missing, right? But I would still be just as dead.
While surfing through the guide on my t.v. I came across a movie from 2019, Countdown. First off, I do not like horror movies of any kind. Give me a good western, comedy, or love story, but keep the Friday the 13th for yourself.
Countdown does present a fascinating question. Would you want to know when you are going to die? The answer is easy for me......NOOOOOOO. And I don’t want to know how either. My cardiologist told me 5 years ago he could promise I would not die from a heart attack. He then told me it would be a ruptured Aorta that would most likely do me in. Great! That doesn’t sound like any fun to me.
I have a countdown clock on my computer at work. As of today, I have 2 years, 3 months, 21 days until I retire. The problem is, will I reach retirement before the rupture? Truth be told, I don’t want to know. Just let me live my life. There is little I can do about it anyway. The best I can hope for is to die in my sleep.