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One thing that keeps me going in my quest to never die is the posts I see on Facebook when people do pass away. I never want to be the object of all those same day and one or two day old postings of condolences and memories. That thought seemingly frightens me more than the actual act of dying. A year or two later is fine but same day? ….. Nope! That kind of haunts me for some odd reason that I can't explain. It feels eerie freaky. No offense or ill will towards anyone but of everyone that I know, I want to be the last one standing.