re: mood (~); mortality; mild medical TMI
So, yeah. Knowing him, he'd probably had chest pains all fucking day and was just too much of a Big Manly Paisan to tell anybody.
We also found stray french fries in his car, and a bunch of sub shop wrappers in the trunk after he died. Son of a bitch was sneaking food, blatantly against his cardio diet. :p
Love you, Dad, but I'm not half as fucking cavalier as you were. I'll probably get a warning shot from the Reaper, too-- and I'll actually listen.