Stupid ad for a silly movie (crank), but it got me thinking. I can imagine myself sitting in a hospital bed with a phone next to me and a timer on the wall counting down from 60.

Hello? Mary? Hi, it's Sam. Sam kallen, from school? Yeah, well, how are you? Oh yeah? That's good to hear. Oh, I'm fine. Well, actually, the reason I'm calling is because I'm going... well, I just wanted to say that you really meant a lot to me over the years we've known each other and, what? I said I'm glad we know each other. Yeah. Yes, that's right. No, I'm not asking you out. What? Um no I can't really call you back... hello? Hello? Damn

I can see me all drawing a line through a list I have written on some paper or something, looking at the clock, then picking up the phone and calling someone else.

But what are you really supposed to say before you die? I love you? I'm glad I knew you but now it doesn't matter because I'm almost dead? I think after a while I'd get bored with that and start making things up. "I'm going to die in an hour, and when I'm gone, I'd like YOU to take the money I hid in the walls of my house"

I hope everyone knows how much I care about them.  It's not easy to express caring, and often I wonder if my caring is actually just me tricking people into caring for me, but regardless I do.