But I saw this quiz that claimed it would tell me how I will die. I thought that sounded like fun, so I took the quiz and here's what came up:
Apparently I am going to die during a brain transpant surgery.
Now, a brain transplant would be strange enough, but a transpant is even stranger.
DOCTOR: Sir, this is somewhat abnormal, but it appears that your brain needs to change its pants.
ME: You're kidding! Can't it hold on for another thirty years? My brain pants still have plenty of wear in them, I think.
DOCTOR: No, it's a medical necessity that you get those pants changed. Otherwise your brain could have all sort of problems, one of which would be acute embarassment. It appears that your brain got dressed in the first half of the 70's and is wearing striped bell bottoms.
ME: Good grief! What sort of shirt is my brain wearing?
DOCTOR: I didn't want to tell you this, sir... but it appears that your brain is wearing a long canvas vest with no shirt underneath.
DOCTOR: We can do a brain transhirt while we're in there. And we can even remove the gold chains if you like.
ME: Thank you, doctor. May God bless you for the work you are going to do on my brain.
DOCTOR: You are welcome.
Thus shall my fate be sealed.