It’s curtains!
“DEATH COOOOOMES UNEXPECTEDLY! [beat, beat, then quickly] Amen.”
–Reverend Paul Ford in “Pollyanna” giving his Sunday sermon, one of many unsettling sermons he was intimidated into preaching by Aunt Polly to keep the town in check
If I die in my 30s, I’ll be a bit pissed.
If I die in my 40s, I’ll be even more pissed, ’cause I’ll be all like, Well, I made it through my 30s, so what is this?
If I die in my 50s, I’ll say, Well, I had a good run.
If I die in my 60s, I’ll be like, Heeeey! See! All those supplements and sunblock were worth somefin’!
If I die in my 70s, I’ll sing Kool & The Gang’s “Celebrate” on my 70th birthday in jubilant, mocking tones to fate.
If I die in my 80s, I’ll say, Thank God! Enough is enough already.
The above inspired by a conversation between Mr. Altherhausen and me:
Me: “You know you’re gonna die one day. You, your aunt, your mom–everyone.”
Mr. Alterhausen: “And you’ll totally know when it’s happening, too!”
