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When I was 22 I had a very severe bicycle accident, so severe that they checked to see if I was brain dead to take my organs.

(My standard joke is I failed the test but no one wanted my organs so they let me live.)

One centimeter one way or another and that would have been "it."

I'm now and old man: I think this place is populated largely by old folks.

Ever since that accident I've been aware of my mortality, overall a good thing.

The nice part of staring down death is the pleasant surprise of waking up in the morning to discover I'm still alive.

My wife asked me not so long if I would agree to live at least eight more years. She's not shy about asking for things that border on unreasonable in the sense they are out of anyone's control. She's a sweety, because now I can wake up to a wife who isn't hoping, as some wives do, probably the wife of the orange pedophile, that her husband would just kick off.

Congratulations on having lived a long life.