I have to say that if you're 58 like me, and your retirement portfolio is going south at a rate of knots, "seven days closer to retirement" is WAY scarier than "seven days closer to death". I tell myself that things are bound to pick up in the next seven years, but I don't believe me.
Nothing creepy about it. That's how I view life. Close your eyes and stagger forward, silently repeating to yourself "this, too, shall pass" while, at every moment, begging for the sweet mercy of death to end the unrelenting misery.
Yup, pretty accurate. I kind of identify with this guy. Wonder if his name is Hans Moleman...