“Let’s get right to the point: someday you will die. Maybe you’ll sacrifice yourself to save a bus full of nuns, or die bringing food to starving children in a war zone, or pass away at the age of 90, surrounded by an enormous, loving family and all your Nobel prizes. More likely, though, you will get unceremoniously creamed by a fire truck because you couldn’t hear its sirens over ‘How Will I Know.'”
Gawker