Man in my hometown I told to his face with his wife sitting beside him that when he dies, I'm going on a sauerkraut and hard boiled egg diet for a week then sitting on his headstone and letting it fly once a year till I can't walk. He literally had no response. I wave and smile to him every time I see him which is often in a small town...

"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, used up, worn out, bottle of Jim Beam in one hand and a .45 in the other, loudly proclaiming WOW-- What a Ride!"