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April 08, 2005
My Romantic Tragic Dream (or Why one.o.eight?)
108 is my favourite number. It has been so since I first mastered my times tables in the third grade. My love is three years older than I and her favourite number is 112. As morbid as it may seem to some, we think these would be the perfect ages for us to leave this world for the next.
Through "careful" analysis of the Gregorian calendar we have determined we can actually go together both aged to our favourite numbers in years. The span of time betwixt our birthdays in the year she would turn one hundred twelve would be our window of opportunity to mete out this vision.
Hence we will die (weather permitting) between the Ides of October and November 2076. We have foreseen it. It is our destiny.
So mark your calendars. You’re all invited to attend our joint wake and funeral. Wear something tragically festive in the colour of death for your culture: black, white or whatever.
For death is not the end: it's only a reboot of the soul. And you can quote me on that.
Posted by Tacitus at April 8, 2005 09:55 AM
Comments
That's prettty cool. I myself have planned to live to 103 to see the Tricentennial, which, coincidentally, will take place in 2076. Unfortunately, that means I only have to live until July, but I'll do my best to stay alive and kickin' until Oct-Nov. Of course, my alternate plan is to live forever, so in that case, see you then! Woo-hoo! Double funerals of the future! (I hope I have a flying car by then...)
Posted by: Rob at April 9, 2005 01:08 PM
Thanks for the RSVP. Ok, that's one guest confirmed. I'll flag you as "and guest." That way you can bring a friend: be they your lover or a nurse attendant. ;)
And I would certainly hope we all have flying cars by then!
Posted by: Tacitus at April 11, 2005 12:50 PM
Rob can bring the swedish fish.
Posted by: Jerry at April 11, 2005 06:28 PM