Death has been on my mind quite a bit this year. Ringing in the New Year with a concert and more alcohol than I'm used to. Then staying drunk long enough, just a day or two, to totally f*&^&% up the most significant relationship I'd had in 20+ years. BTW, that time period includes romantically eloping on the spur of the moment to marry in Las Vegas, a short married life and an amicable divorce. So depression is kind of been a safe harbor. But better living through chemistry, and I had an odd thought earlier today. The most important thing I'd want to know is when I was going to die. Date, hour, minute when the Grim Reaper pops up and says, "I quit playing 'Battleship'" decades ago."
Why do I want to know? Because once I have a time, I can go to a place. It would be great if it was in the continental US, but I could find the money to travel to any time zone needed.
Needed for what? I'm glad you asked. With date and time down to at least a two minute window, I could be at the biggest fundamental Xian revival meeting in said time zone. If I'm old and infirm by then , so much the better. Crutches, wheelchair, walker are pluses for my purpose. My purpose? Be in line and time it so that as the preacher is laying hands to "cast out demons" or "heal the sick" and I drop dead. With any kind of luck, I'm in Colorado or Arkansas, or Mississippi and there's a live telecast.
After all, we all have to go sometime, even the rumored exceptionally long lived. But If I have to go, I'd like to go having a little fun!