Death to a horse
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Did you know that a horse can’t vomit? If a horse gets sick, it’s game over.
Each weekend when you pick up your first drink, you agree to accept vomiting as the outcome. You know the likelihood that you will drink to excess and end up puking on the sidewalk as you bar hop with your pals.
Meanwhile, that poor horse is sober. Involuntarily. He knows it will mean certain death if he reaches for beer #2.
As for me, before I take any action, I ask myself: Are you OK with dying while engaged in this activity? That’s my criteria. I don’t want “Died on the teacups at Disney” engraved on my tombstone. My epitaph doesn’t have to be grand or dramatic. My last activity just has to be something I enjoy and would be proud to die while doing.
“Entombed here while still seated at her beloved desk is Angie, who died writing a blog post.”
Now that’s the way to go out.
A Flick of the Pen 