On Dying

Sometime ago, late at night, while lazying at home, watching tv, I felt that familiar dull pain in my chest. From goodness knows where, I had the sudden notion that, perhaps, just perhaps, I might die! And the first thought that came into my head with that was - I haven't taken my bath! I am sweaty and smelly, and I'm going to die sweaty and smelly! I don't want to die dirty :"(
(That got my lazy butt off the couch and straight into the shower)

A little while ago, while taking a ride in a KTM commuter train, I once again felt the same damn pain. And once again, the same crazy notion that I might die - right there, right then! And my first thought was - I don't want to die, amongst strangers, alone and forlorn! I want to die in the comfort of my own home, with the people who I love, who love me! Not in public, not like this :"(

And that got me thinking - somewhere in the (hopefully distant) future - if I do get the overwhelming sense of impending death, I'd probably refuse to go anywhere. I'd probably simply just stay at home and take a shower every other hour!

There.