Today is the 50th anniversary of my death

This line gives you a good idea of my age... but may give you a wrong (?) one of my mental health.

I died June 5th, 1958.

I was a *** and had one of these illnesses **** have, very high temperatures, etc.. and had been at the hospital for 3 weeks when I ****** away.

The doctor filled (I don't know how to call that) my death certificate and my parents were at the hospital besides my bed when I opened up my eyes and was back of the living folks. Surprise!!!:eek:

For a long time it was my favorite thing in these office parties where people have to say a few things about themselves and the others try to guess what is true and what is a lie. I always won because nobody believed me but I had this official death certificate... that was destroyed some 15 years ago in a flooding. Too bad, now people just don't believe.

So tonight I have a great bottle of **** and other nice stuff... :jump: And somehow I prefer this anniversary than the one of my birth.

cheers!

BTW. Don't ask me if there was some light and a tunnell... I never remembered anything. Just like being ****** and no dreams.
 

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