Not the meaning of life, the meaning of death. I just realized that death gives us a reason to live. With the set time period of now to then, with then being not really that far away, death actually gives life meaning. But the thing that I realized would really suck is knowing exactly when I would die, just a countdown would ruin life. Just some random rambling on my caffine induced epiphany.
- Fertilizer.
- Employment for probate lawyers.
- To make “action” movies more interesting.
Touche (can’t find my “accent” on this keyset…).
There’s no need to get touche, I’ll leave quietly.
Ouch, the puns, they hurt my head…
Then it would be too-shay…
You guy’s are all a little “Touche-d” if you ask me!
Or, as my Dad always said, “There’s people dying these days that never died before!”
I was going to say, “To make room for all the new people,” but what I really want to say is, “Touché” (it’s alt-130).
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Dying? It’s been done to death in my opinion.
Death just seems to eliminate so many options…