Last night we were hanging out, waiting for the Bad Movie to start, and somehow we ended up talking about maturity, and dementia and so forth. Someone asked me what I planned to do when Charlie got old and started suffering from dementia. I said, "I already have plans for that."
"Yeah," said Charlie, "It's called AFLAC long-term care insurance."
"Hell no," said sushirob, "When dementia sets in, we're taking you out to the wilderness with a shitload of guns and waiting for the book deal."