Originally Posted by Koopaking
Everything in this universe has a finite longevity... so why waste it wondering about or fearing death? It will happen either way. We don't act this way towards using the bathroom right... Isn't that what life is? Yes I believe I have just come up with a profound metaphor. Life is a big rectum/bladder, filling up more and more and more until you finally can't hold it in anymore and you take an enormous dump (you die).
The fact that the first thing your body does once it dies is empty its bowels has nothing to do with this metaphor.
But ehh I try not to worry about death.
Oh man, sometimes, like, my poop, smells so bad, I try to not go to the bathroom, for the sake of the others in the house. It travels, like poison gas...