[MRM]

I'm listening to my regular noontime radio program. Today they're featuring some author or another who I've never heard of. But she's describing her father. He drove Buicks. Big sturdy Buicks. A few years ago he had health problems and finally the doctor told him he could get him into a hospice (as though the doctor was offering to upgrade him to business class). The old man sat looking at his hands for a while and said "I'd rather by a Buick". So on the way home they stopped and picked out a big LeSabre. He got the black one, he passed on the smokey grey this time. A few months later he was dead.

I hope I live long enough to be like that, but that I never have time to contemplate my own death.

-MRM, also known as the Marvin, the Paranoid Android.