I've been thinking about how much time I have left. You know the big checkout, taking a dirt nap, the final curtain. I figure you die when you accomplish the one thing you are suppose to do, and everything else is borrowwed time. Of course this doesn't mean everyone has some deep lofty goal. I believe for most people your one task is hidden, if you find out what it is in your lifetime count yourself lucky. most of our lifetime goals are mundane and probably would not make sense to you if you tried to understand it. Your goal might have been to take baseball in the head when you were eight years old instead of hitting that homerun you wanted. Sure you lost the game and everyone called you loser and gave you a wedgie. What you don't realize was that particular pitch that bean your noggin and makes it so you have to pause between 11 and 12 when counting, is the same pitch had you hit it would have flown foul over the back stop into the stands and hit some poor baby on the head killing her and destroy the only mind that would be able to cure AIDS 30 years down the road. Isn't quantum mechanics great.

It's really a good thing that people die. Otherwise you would have to put up with you nieghbhor, boss, or that idiot who takes a overflowing shopping cart to the express (12 items only) lane at the checkout. If people didn't die nothing would change. Eventually, we would all go nuts and start killing each other.

So here we have the Death Clock enjoy.