I only can hope someone starts beatboxing at my bed during my last days.

Problem is, I’ve always assumed I’ll die alone in my work office, with Excel open, and me working on some project/task that will not go anywhere.

Yup!

I know.

Sad.

Maybe Anubis will appear and be like “Hate to tell ya man, but that was one pitiful existence that just ended. Let’s get you out of here.”