This man at work came up to me a few days ago. He seemed weird, but he told me the best story ever. He told me about one of his friends that died at 98. His friend, I'll call him Don, was a womanizer, smoked cigarettes as well as cigars, drank beer at dinner, and drank whiskey out of a bottle after dinner. Don was as strong as a bull according to this guy, "he never got sick at his age" he said, "he still went in for regular check ups though". Don died at 98 from some bone marrow that got into his blood. Where did the bone marrow come from ? Don broke his leg when he fell of the bed, he was making love to his wife.

That's how I want to die. LMFAO!