I kind of panicked until I read the last line. So funny.
We love John Cleese. When things don't work around here we always imitate a scene from Fawlty Towers when his car wouldn't start..."you'll get a darned good thrashing!" You're not old...you're just cool you even know who he is.;)
That's not old, that's...proactively worried! Wisely aware of life's terrible frailty! Cool and logical! (As you can probably tell, I'd do that, too. And I'm only old first thing in the morning or when I heard that stupid "Friday" song.)(And most other times.)
I am so happy John Cleese is not dead.
I can't help but think John Cleese would love this post. I keep imagining him saying "how do you know I'm not dead?" in a petulant Basil Fawlty kind of voice.
By "dead" do you mean "run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible"?
I do! But fortunately, he is not an ex-John Cleese.
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