Look. We've all got to croak it one day. I think about it sometimes, more as I get older.
As I say to sheeples, it's not the being ded that worries and concerns me, it's the bit leading up to it that makes me shit meself. Seen to many folk suffer terribly, and it's not for me if I can possibly avoid it thank you.
Shouldn't really make light of it I know,but it's what eventually 'appens in'it?
I sincerley hope I croak it on a mountain somewhere nice like, problee a 'eart attack, and preferably accelerated by some mountain nymph that i randomly stumble across.