11 O'clock Tick Tock

The death clock is relentless, but a necessary reminder that life, as a wise Beatle once sang, is what happens when you're busy making other plans.

According to http://www.deathclock.com/, I have until Saturday, January 28, 2051 to make the most of the body I occupy, without smoking or being overweight.

But when it finally happens I wonder: Will I die sputtering? Or will it be an accident? Will there be a smile on my face? Or will I leave with regret? In my sleep? Naked? Drunk and choking on my own vomit like the very rock legend I am not?

Then thereafter, will I be remembered for my empathy, my grace, my elegance, or will the world see me as I see myself, that is, as someone who tried to do my best be honorable, generous, kind, honest, and of course, with all the necessary lies in between?