Do me a favor, and remember me saying "I told you so" when you give into terror on your death bed. Remember me telling you how unprepared for death you are. Remember me informing you of how you will turn into a tearful babbling mess, begging for anything to save you as your internal organs fail. Your friends and family will watch and turn their backs on you as you scream, as propriety dictates not paying attention to something so pathetic.