I’m 67 and my lifestyle choices (food, drink, weight) should have landed me six feet under years ago.
49 is young. My wife died at 49 just before 9-11 of a cerebral hemorrhage. She is forever young to me.
Something about this other 49 year old’s death doesn’t add up.
Is there an echo in here?
I was just thinking.
(That’s when the bad things happen.)
Maybe we could have a contest.
Who has done the greatest number of stupid things and lived through them.
Who has the best collection of self-inflicted health issues.
Who has the most interesting cocktail of daily survival drugs.
Who has the greatest number of “friends” taking bets based on our survivability.