In light of my recent clinical experience at "The Maples" ahem, nursing home, I have been prompted to think about the end of my life. Don't stop reading now, I'm not trying to get weird or sentimental here, who do you think I am anyway? The Extreme Makeover Home Edition team? No. Conquering that topic is for a different post, on a different day, when I have way more time. To sum up my most significant thoughts for today I leave you with this: I want to die at the exact same time as Karl, preferably sky diving when we are 85, definitely with full control over our bladders and bowels, with our own teeth (guess we should start flossing), and nothing artificial in our ears. Amen.
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