I ran a marathon

For some weird reason my son and I were discussing death yesterday. I think the conversation arose after talking about the autistic kid who survived 14 some hours treading water in the ocean… helped by what his father said was a lack of fear of death. I told him the worse part of death might be the fear of dying… and he asked whether I would want a quick death… or a slow death. I said a slow death… because it may give me time to say goodbye and make sure my family was well taken care of. He responded with, “what is it was really slow and painful?” I smiled… laughed… and said “Kenny… I ran a marathon.”