My boyfriend has joked that if I were to die, he would face his own demise within three weeks. Death from a broken heart, you ask? Nope, starvation.
I’ve joked, that if he leaves this earth before me, I’m not going anywhere, and neither is he! Several years ago, he suggested that I would probably have him stuffed so that he could post-humorously fulfill his mandatory snuggle-time obligations. A mischievous smile crept across my face and he realized that he should have just kept his mouth shut.
Ever since then, he’s become very interested in longevity and life extension, whilst I’ve become intent on identifying the best taxidermist in town!
existential ergonomics 