Famous last thoughts

What is it with the death bed? Why are people so afraid of what they'll think of themselves once they reach the finish line?

Personally, I don't mind being buried in regrets when Mr. Death will knock at my door. It's likely to last a few hours, maybe a few days, and at worst a few weeks. I won't spend 80 years behaving for that short moment. It's not like I'll be handed an accounting book with my pluses and minuses to carry all the way up to Saint-Doorman. As far as I'm concerned, the book will be buried with me.

I don't mind more about it than I'm concerned with what I was thinking of myself on April 5 1997 (random pick). I wish it was positive but if it wasn't, then too bad. I'll live here and now.

Don't get me wrong: I hope to leave his place better than I found it. I just won't be guessing what will be my opinion of "better" at the eve of my life.