Sometimes someone posts a question here on the SDMB that I really don’t want the answer to, or even to consider.
Exhibit A:
I’m good, thanks. 
The meaning of wisdom is NOT asking the question you really do not want to know the answer to!
I quote myself on that all the time.
So, it is not “what is that crawling on my back?!?”, rather “Get whatever it is on my back off and never tell me what it was!”.
You have thus learned wisdom, my little musette.
Yeah, I wouldn’t ever want to get close enough to DJT to find out how he smells, either.
I was in college at the peak of the psychic hotline infomercials, and one of my roommates swore she saw an ad promoting psychics who would tell you what day you would die. Nope, don’t want to know that, either.
I might be slightly interested in discovering when I will die but in a general sense [not 1230 in the afternoon, March 4th 2034 but more Spring 2034] I have spent a fair amount of the past 6 years dealing with 2 instances of colorectal cancer [stage 3] and one breast cancer [stage 1] so death was a fair possibility. [at least with the stage 3, but I will be on Letrozole for another 4 years and potentially the rest of my life]
I have come to grips with the idea that death is perhaps closer to me that most - I get a colonoscopy once a year, a CT scan once a year, bloodwork every 3 months, and I have a list of foods to avoid [mainly anything with preservatives like lunch meat, anything smoked or smoke flavored, things like that. I am restricted to 1 cup of coffee a day, nothing else with major amounts of caffeine, which cramps my beverage preferences =) ]I do what I can to try and stay healthy, and pretty much have my affairs in order just in case I drop dead. I can show up at my quarterly bloodletting to discover CEA has snuck in.
If you do not wish to purchase Trump’s The Fragrance, I guess that just leaves more for the rest of… those many people who would like to do so. There must be many similar products with notes of brimstone and the Thousand Island dressing used at discriminating hamburger restaurant chains.
Cancer is terrible, I know. My condolences.
I might want to know something like “You will make 100, but not 110”, but nothing too precise.
Thanks, the cancer was almost imperceptible until it hit stage 3 pre stage 4, the symptoms mimiced gallbladder issues, my wonky food sensitivity issues and ultimately thrombosing hemerroids going external. I discovered the breast l ump doing a monthly self check and thought it might have been seepage from my port encysting, but I immediately asked my oncologist since I had an appointment with him a couple days after I found it. [11 mm, close to the surface snuggled up to my port] - so, my constant PSA adds stopping smoking [brother passed from aggressive lung cancer] breast self exams for men and women, to get your damned colonoscopy - a couple days of diarrhea and a squeeky clean inside is worth knowing you are cancer free.
Since I dance on the edge of death or at least reduced time limit, more along the lines of pinning it down ot the season of the year is better for me =)
The Great LSLNak predicts you will die on …
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a day ending in “Y”.
That’ll be $4.00 connect fee plus $2.00 per minute.
Sometime around when I first got internet at work, never having experienced it, I ran across a site that purported to predict the day of your death by asking a few simple questions. This was in the 80’s. It’s next year.
I was lucky they caught mine super early due to a routine PSA test.
Yes, I preach the same thing. Stop the addiction. Get the colonoscopy.
My mother and grandmother both passed away in their late 80s suffering from dementia. There’s a test available, DNA perhaps, that can predict your chances of eventually having Alzheimer’s Disease. I do not wish to take it.
Woo hoo! You can do anything you want for the next few months without any risk of death! Jump off buildings, set yourself on fire, skydive without a parachute. Getting one of those predictions is like acquiring a superpower.
Unless you hit your head and slip into in a coma until, y’know, the date of your death.
You never let us have any fun!
Wow there @The_Other_Waldo_Pepper! People say I’m a buzz-kill at parties, but you blow me out of the water. Well-done! 
You can do all those things without dying. You could lie in crippling pain til death, with every bone broken or every square inch of dermis burned off.
Serious answer. I wonder about other lives, and their level of happiness.
Like drug addicts, I wonder sometimes just how good those really hard drugs are. When I see a homeless user laying in the street, or doing that bizarre ‘L’ shaped standing thing, I wonder where he is on the absolute happiness index.
I mean, in Total Units of Life Happiness, are the drugs so wonderful that he’s really the happier one? Maybe my Total Units of Life Dreariness, earned over decades in a gray cubicle, negate enough happy to make my absolute index lower.
This could be asked about the poor kids playing soccer in the favela, or the laughing kids you see in Africa on so many documentaries, or anywhere I guess. What if the actual answer is it’s even for everyone?
Weird question I know, and I’m not sure I’d want the answer (even if it could be found).
My dad was fond of sayings such as, “never look a gift horse in the mouth”, or, “one man’s meat is another man’s poison”, etc. Another one he taught me early on was, “Never ask a question unless you truly want the answer.”
Got a pic?
If a convoy of truckers were to occupy an important street and interfere with local business, prompting thousands of complaints, at what point would it or should it, in law, be considered an unlawful assembly or common nuisance?