They seem to have an unnatural preoccupation with death.
By "they" I mean those cunts who seem to make a living out of deciding what I should eat and drink, how I should quit smoking and how I should take more exercise in order that I might not die of anything.
They are obsessed with the idea that they can decide how long I should live, and that they can force me to live those extra years whether I like it or not.
They are crowing in the papers now how life expectancy has increased since the 1950s. This, quite naturally is down to their efforts and their efforts alone. They reckon that through their efforts I am going to die at 81 instead of 66. I now have to ponder whether I have to give up my pints, my pipe and my Mars Bars if I want to gain those extra years? If so then I had better cancel my plans for next year.
They seem to have a strange perception of life. They seem to think that we are born, we life a life according to their rules and then we die at our allocated time which apparently they have generously increased for us. The seem to have overlooked the fact that babies die; children die; teenagers die; people in their twenties and thirties die and in general the population seems determined to fuck up their nice neat charts and graphs. Live [and death] just isn't that simple.
They one thing they never tell us is what they want us to die from. We are not allowed die of cancer, heart disease, obesity, diabetes, or any of the other lovelies that Nature has in its cupboard, so what the fuck are we supposed to die from? I think that is a perfectly reasonable question, but I have yet to hear an answer.
They also overlook the small point that before we die, we live. I am not particularly concerned by my death but I am concerned how I live. If living a full life means driving fast cars, then fine. If living a ful life means tower jumping then that's a good way to go too. Life is there to be lived to the full. Life is not a preparation for death as they seem to think.
I want my obituary to say "He lived".
They want my obituary to read "He died of boredom".