[death clock] let’s get morbid for a change

According to the death clock, I had 596, 789, 786 seconds left to live a few days back on Christmas Eve. Now what was the most disturbing thing about this was that when it was converted into years and days, it came to almost exactly the number of years and days my father was on this earth.

Another neat little statistic was that my BMI [body mass index] was almost exactly the same as Cityunslicker. Isn’t that neat, to employ an Americanism?

See how you go with yours.