Tick Tock

For all you worriers, hypochondriacs, and those who just like to plan ahead, I came across the Death Clock today. Takes all the guesswork out of it. You just punch in a few figures and Voila! It spits out how much time you’ve got left to live.

When I said that I was “optimistic,” my “death date” was June 24, 2062 (bad news, honey, looks like I’m gonna kick three days before you turn ... really, REALLY old). But when I switched it to “normal,” my death date leapt to April 26, 2052. That’s 10 more years of life just for walking on the sunny side of the street! (with sunscreen, of course)

Best part about the site is that the clock automatically starts winding down. You can see the seconds of your life speeding toward zero. I mean, sure it seems like a lot of time when you’ve got 1,454,632,296 seconds left. But damn, I wrote this post, and suddenly I only have 1,454,632,004 seconds left!

I’m gonna try really hard not to sleep in tomorrow.

5 comments:

Squiggle said...

Just how tried really hard to avoid that meeting at work a few days ago...

Anonymous said...

See now, that thing's gotta just be completely random, because I know my BMI's gotta be a lot higher than yours. I mean, if we were dying of starvation, I guess I could live off my fat longer than you could, but for all other ailments, maladies,etc. it doesn't really seem accurate. Supposedly I have until 1/11/2067.

Robyn said...

I'd get upset about the fact that me being six months older than you inexplicably translates into you living five years longer than me .... but that would cloud my otherwise optimistic vision of life, thereby making me die even sooner.

My glass is, therefore, remaining half full. :)

Anonymous said...

Apparently I'll be checking out Dec 15, 2052. So how does that figure out. pretty Depressing. Thanks for the site info.

CJ Spottswoode said...

How can a person who works out 4-5 times a week be considered "obese" according to this apparently bogus BMI?!?!?!?!?

With that said, I really can't complain too much being as that this "fatty" won't be checking out anytime soon. Looks like the grim reaper and I have an appointment scheduled for 12/07/2054 - that makes me 88 years old and pretty much ready to get the hell out of here!