I killed myself last night.
Let me explain. For my ethical leadership class, I had to write an obituary for myself. After consulting the highly scientific analysis of deathclock.com to determine when I died, I set about choosing the method of my own demise.
It is a rare opportunity to die and still be able to tell everyone about it. I decided then that if I am going to tell the tale of my own death, then the tale would be one worth telling. The official cause of death was decapitation via cymbal. Oh yes, I died when a cymbal chopped off my head. I mean, I was 73 at the time. I had no business playing the drums. I guess that is what I get for trying to prove that I am still young at heart.