The fear of irony in my heart

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Today I am 18,183 days old.
My father’s father lived to be 18,184 days old.

He’s the only one of my grandparents not to make it past 75, and he stopped
just short of 50.

He, my father and I are all Frank Hunts. I have wanted from a young age
not to be the youngest of them when I die.

One day shy of that I’m a bit worried that something strange will happen
like in the movies.
“He had only one day to go before that water spout picked up the shark and
dropped it on Frank’s head…”

Good thing I don’t live in a movie.