I don't find that joke funny. I wish it upon them and see if they laugh. What comes flying out of my mouth is too honest for some people and I still don't give a poop. Sometimes when I go to write the letter B, the number 8 comes out and vice versa. I am 58 and from my TBI I have epilepsy and a vision impairment. I also have thyroid problem and a heart attack last summer. My family all died early from cancer. I think I will (hopefully) die in my sleep from epilepsy. The Canadian government gives me $300/month after rent is paid. I was homeless on the street and then found a room-mate and now can rent a bedroom in a house. I don't even have money for the bus. To the Canadian government I say a huge F U. I am not scared of death because this life for me has been only about survival. The only thing that I will miss are dogs.