A Cheery Thought:

As if I wasn't already depressed enough. I just found out I'm going to die on Wednesday June 29, 2067, at age of 90. That's only 64 years from now! What to do, what to do...

A Reprieve:

Don't know how, but I screwed up my day-4-death. Apparently, I'm going to pass this mortal coil on Sunday September 5, 2060, at age of 90. I did it twice, just to be sure, and came up with the same date this time. The important thing is that I'll still be ninety... But I've only got 57 years to prepare now!