Well, I wouldn’t want to be square, daddio!

That’s a good one.

The only people who would agree are already convinced, and the people who need to be convinced would discount it as the mindless ravings of a dying man.

I had for a long time, but I had to try again when it was looking like my immune system was going to cooperate.

I’ve often thought I should have a stack of letters for my kids for after I’m gone.

I haven’t done it yet.

I’m honestly expecting my wife or kids to just throw everything off mine out when I’m gone, so the letters would probably end up in a landfill.

This is probably not the kind of response you want, and it’s going to be a serious downer for everyone, but the first person I thought of was Kathy Change:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathy_Change

Thankfully, I was not a witness to it, but I was working for Penn at the time, and I remember passing her dancing at 34th and Walnut many times.

Like almost everyone else, I paid no attention to what the dances were protesting. When I found out about her concerns after her death, it seemed like such a tragically doomed effort even back in 1996.

Of course, now we’re all hopelessly burning the entire world down, and I still don’t really expect anything to change.

I have an EpiPen.

When my doctor assured me that the meds I started taking to keep the dog from killing me would fix my allergies, I got excited and asked if that meant I could eat foods I was allergic to. He responded by writing a scrip for an EpiPen.

My wife has it.

I’d also argue that it would be more important to have a living will than an EpiPen, since there’s a lot more than anaphylaxis that can leave you almost dead and burdening your family. Of course, I don’t have a living will either.

The first person that pops to mind is already dead (brain cancer, and couldn’t have happened to a more deserving person).

Without him walking the earth, I’m not sure who I’d pick.

I’m good with fish and shellfish, thank goodness. I had a scare a few years ago when I had a reaction after some king crab, but there must have been something else that triggered it.

I like that one!

I’m thinking the reason I didn’t have a reaction to the fruit salad was the amount of acid in the juice it was all mixed with. I figure that probably broke down whatever protein I’m allergic to in the peaches and cherries.

If I was smaller, I could imagine my last words ending up as something like, “No, fuck YOU!”

However, I ended up the kind of big that tends to mellow arguments out. People only fight with me on the phone or online.

I never thought of myself as scary, then when I was in college I found out I was accidentally terrifying someone. I found it really baffling. Recently I heard from one of my wife’s friends from high school that they thought I was terrifying then too.

That’s good. I didn’t consider the whole, “Listen carefully. I have a fortune hidden away. I want you to know, look in the…[cough] arrrgggh…”

Regarding help… It just isn’t for me. White-knuckling my way through existence has been all I’ve known for my whole life.

All my kids and my friends and everyone else, I tell them to get into therapy and they listen and I’m glad. I just can’t do it myself. I’m the transition between my parents who refused to believe in it and my kids who embrace it. I believe in it…for everyone else ;-)

I’m often not ok, but lately I have been. Nevertheless, due to the promise, I’ve never come close to the easy exit.

I am not concerned with what comes after this life, as I’m confident it is the same nothing that came before. Oblivion does not bother me.

I can say with confidence, knowing how bad things have gotten in the past, if it ever gets bad enough for me to break my word, the world can rest assured that my life reached a point of hopeless and irredeemable despair and I am truly better off.

There’s no question that he thinks he’s Christian. I did not go deeper into it in this conversation, since his “fuck you, I got mine” attitude was specifically directed at me and my children. I was a bit too angry to respond rationally.

Consider the words of my MAGA father:

1. He’s not concerned because he won’t live long enough to see everything turn to shit (jokes on him, it’s already happening).

2. When asked about his children and grandchildren who will have to live through it: “Do you believe in God? If you believe in God, nothing matters because you’ll go to heaven when you die.”

The bigger hospitals most likely do have a helipad.

Disinformation for sale to the highest bidder.

FTFY

Even King says so. They fixed the ending in the film.

The Mist