I got out of bed because I was having a hard time breathing. While I was in the bathroom I looked out the window. Standing in my neighbor’s basement was the Grim Reaper.
Now, I seem to recall something about seeing the Grim Reaper as a sign of eminent death. I figured I would blog it with the expectation of one of the following outcomes.
- I die. However, because of this post and my subsequent death, the world knows the myth of the grim reaper is true.
- You read this and I live. The Grim Reaper would not want his reality known, so by reading this you have probably saved my life.
Thanks. Now I can go back to being sick without a fear of an untimely passing.
Update: I am still alive. Thanks for reading.
