Death Does Not Become Me

How grim am I lately?  Well, there have been a couple of fatal heart attacks, an ailing old pooch and oodles of kiddies being born all around me lately that have reminded me of my mortality on all new levels.  Plus, in a year I'll be halfway to 70!  I don't know where all the time has gone, honestly.  But I do know that in an age of tech gadgets that provide instant gratification and answers to countless things that make the thought of death, the most finite and unfortunate part of life to me, all the more unfair and unacceptable.  I want to see the next iPhone, newest video game machine, the latest in fuel cell technology ... with technical advancement moving at near light speed and lots of exciting new gadgets being tested and implemented each day that better life as we know it, who really has the time to fucking die?  Or age for that matter?  It just doesn't seem fair, and with advancements in genetics, robotics and medicine, one day aging and perhaps even dying will be a thing of the past.  And I fucking hope that time arrives before the Reaper scrapes his scythe on my window to escort me to the depths of hell.  Well, according to the Christians that's where I'm headed.  And that's okay - I like it hot.