I just realized. Isn't all death personal? I mean, it's not like you can die another person's death. You can die along with other people, but it's still your death in the end.
Anyway, I would die by the time I'm a rich old guy playing cricket while riding my personal velociraptor. My loyal servant and crime-fighting sidekick, Bill Gates, comes up to me and ask "Master, the mayor just called. He says that your private island collection had just won another award!".
Then I would dramatically take off my shades. (made out of solid gold and moon rocks)
"I have finally won every award known to man", I'll say. "Including 'Best President of Earth Ever' and 'First Time-Traveller Ever'."
"Indeed, Master" said Bill, who is wearing a suit made out of every endangered species ever, which I made with genetic engineering, in my garage, which is all of the South Pole. "But it seems there is one more award you have not received. The most prestigious award of all!"
"More prestigious than all the Oscars I won for directing the animated adaptation of my award winning high-five?" I asked.
"Yes, oh great one." said Bill. "It is the 'Best Dead Person Award'".
"Oh, is that it? That's easy!" I said. Then I won.
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My Friend: You know, if only Bruce Wayne was bit by a radioactive psychiatrist rather than a bat, Gotham wouldn't even need Arkham Asylum.
Me: Haha, yeah. That's true.
*Minutes Later*
Me: Wait, Bruce Wayne was never bit by a radioactive anything.
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