Thursday, January 9, 2048
Jim passed today, January 9, 2048. Because he wanted to go to Paradise with his father, his father was disinterred and both bodies are being transported to Paradise, California for burial. There will be no services, just a celebration(we finally got rid of him). Instead of flowers the deceased requested that you bring plenty of whiskey.
Yep, that's a ways away. But, according to the internet death clock, that's the day I will die. I found this referrenced by another blog, called Megginson Technologies. I figure they think the only things that affect your lifespan are your Body Mass Index and whether you smoke...hmmm, not bad. But what about my hobbies? Underwater demolition, sky diving, and monster truck driving! Ok, I don't do those things, but that clock thingy doesn't take that into account. Also, I plan on living to 117. Not to mention the fact that I have to outlive my younger sister so I can collect the $100 we bet when we were young on who was going to die first. As I recall, she did not want to part with $100, dead or not!
I sub for the next two days. Then again on Monday and Tuesday...assuming I can manage it with the re-finger printing. Oh, well.