Life is nice and all, as a person of flesh and blood. But one thing bothers me so much, I can hardly enjoy the rest. Dying at the end is so dumb, I wish it happened the other way around. Life should begin with death, It would be better that way. You wake up in a nursing home, with fruit tea and mushy oats. Grandkids visit to see you, bringing wine and cakes. You just lie there, barely have to move, cared for by pretty nurses. Unfortunately, this doesn't last forever, you get too young and they kick you out. But thanks to your pension, you have enough money, You play golf, travel the world. And occasionally you take a spa cure, then you receive your golden watch. You climb up as a department head, ascending the career ladder. Big car, own house, acting all important and proud. You do this for a few years, during which your hair grows long. When that's no longer feasible, you head to university. Play the part of a freak, listen to rebellious music, Do drugs, sleep around, just a normal course of study. Then service, then vacation, pure partying, then you get your high school diploma. School that amuses you, because everything gets easier. Then your first great love, then your desires awaken. Suddenly football becomes important, then you get addicted to sweets. In mom's arms, completely at home, you eventually disappear into her lap, and gradually let go, A painless mental dulling, in the awareness you're always shrinking. A life that ends as an orgasm was definitely not wasted.