Wow, I just happened upon this article, The Final Martini (on the terrors of aging and what ways seem the pleasantest to die before-hand), and it is interesting enough, nothing surprising. I tend to ponder methods of death often — I think we all do, pondering pleasant ways to die, not because we WANT to but because everyone does, this is not a suicidal or homicidal post — ANYWAYS, the coolest part was a poem someone quoted in the comments.
It’s by Sharon Olds, called “The Promise“, and I have decided that I love it. Read it read it read it.
