I got an email from my dear friend Laho the other night.
In the subject box it read: The Clock is Ticking!
Hmmm . . .
I opened the email to find a link to a site called The Death Clock, a cyberspacial destination for anyone wondering when they’ll be “re-formatted by God”.
I put in my information and was told that March 17, 2025 will be the day I get promoted to subterranean truffle inspector.
Those loveable folks at The Death Clock do offer some hope in the form of a ‘delay your death’ link, a possible out for anyone slated to buy a pine condo too prematurely than they originally anticipated.
I told a friend of mine about the site and he went immediately and began entering his information.
Imagine my surprise when he told me he died 16 years ago.
Ah, the internet still has its imperfections, doesn’t it?
I did begin reminiscing about my own reservation at the Chateau Eternity and how I never seriously think about that final day of de-animation.
It’s a morose thought at best but I will say there’s something oddly fascinating about spinning the dials at DC.
It’s bullshit anyway and if you take it seriously you’re crazier than me.
But it’s interesting.
March 17, 2025.
Saint Patrick’s Day, no less.
All I can say is I better not be in the middle of a Guinness.
That would be a tragic waste of 2 perfectly good Weight Watcher points.