Serious: It seems like a not bad idea to killself after last kid goes to college
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Date: December 15th, 2025 10:59 PM Author: misanthropic shrine
or marries. Right? You can earnestly say their childhoods are well over. All the innocence is gone, all the sweet memories have been had, you’ll never get those days back. Your once beautiful wife will be haggard and aging. You’ll have given them all the tools they need to succeed in the world, leave them with significant inheritances / trusts, and not subject them to the indignity of watching you yourself begin to age and decay over the subsequent decades until they’re forced to care for you. Yes, you’ll miss things like grandkids but you aren’t the primary audience for that anyway. So you drop Tim off at Dartmouth, go home, head to one of the outbuildings on your property on a cool early fall morning, pour a good glass of scotch, put on a record, stare out at the vast vista of forest and canyon, and then blow your brains out all over the back clapboard wall.
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