In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm a pessimist, fatalist and a person with low expectations. Although I'm not all that old, I don't expect to live much longer. There's nothing wrong with my health. I'm not sick - I just don't expect to live a long time. On my honeymoon, an Egyptian palm reader told me that I would live more than 90 years, but then he turned to Sami and told him he wasn't used to reading pale skin so I can't count on that.
What I'm going to tell you next is completely out of character for me: I just bought some new carpets, I am considering new living room furniture and today, I am planting a rose garden. All of these things are long-term investments in either money or time and no one is more surprised about this than me.
There's a classic Twilight Zone episode about an old woman who fears death and won't got out or answer her door for fear that Death will find her. In the end, despite the way she has arranged her life, Death wins. Maybe these actions are my way of forestalling the inevitable . The will to live - it's really something, eh?
Anyway, I'm not afraid of death but I am afraid of modern medical techniques to keep you alive. Happy is he who is found dead in his own bed.