Wanna know when you’re gonna die?
Here, for the first time in your life, allow your honest-to-God “morbid curiosity” really get the best of you.
Or in this case, the worst of you.
If you’re just dying to find out your ultimate date of departure, see this for that.
As for me and my bucket kicking date and time? Just be sure you have a black suit, a box of Kleenex and a few hours to kill on the afternoon of January 19, 2035.