Death and more death. 114 Year Old Woman in the on deck circle.

I am back. I forgot to mark yesterday as 30 since the King, Elvis Presley, dropped dead. His fat, bloated, drugged out corpse lying on his bathroom floor. Not the most dignified way to go, but it could have been worse.

Let's see, apparently the oldest living person in the world died. She was 114. Now, some woman in Indiana gets to wear that crown. She was four months younger, so also 114. She should not get too attached to that title. As I said before, that title is just the kiss of death. She is really in the "on deck" circle, waiting her turn in the eternal batter's box. I am not sure if that is funny or not.

She has outlived her husband, siblings and children. I am sure she has outlived some grandchildren and possibly great-grandchildren. She owes it all to being active and clean living. She does not drink and has never smoked. I am no longer sure if getting to that age and looking like a dried apple is worth giving up the drink and the smokes. At least that way, you may leave a bloated Elvis like corpse and not one like fucking Skeletor.

On that happy note, have a great weekend! Ciao!