Eagerly awaiting until many tomorrows

Eagerly awaiting until many tomorrows... to become affianced to the grim reaper, who never promised me a rose garden nor crystal clear pool of fragrant delight to accompany last living breath before succumbing into the Soundgarden of a black hole sun re: the void of nothingness with absolute zero remembrance of things past. Suicidal ideation in tandem with purposelessness (nihilistic existentialism exponentially increasing since my halflife ago), and most importantly cursed with flat limp hair, which serious crisis undermines reason to write reasonable poetic expression spurs the notion to traverse consciousness, and painlessly segway into the hereafter (and maybe reincarnated into a heifer) on a broken wing and a prayer. No glorious notion of heaven (nor belief in some omnipotent supreme creator, who will be instrumental uniting those meeting their demise) with dead souls doth explain zealousness toward what happens to human body very soon after they – give up the ghost (second person singular) and die, yet intimation fostered linkedin to dulling senses of mine, that allow, enable, and provide means to see or hear, cuz already at threescore and five revolutions clocked around the sun post January thirteenth two thousand and twenty four increased insightfulness brings to mind, a quickening uptick courtesy senescence whereby aural and visual deterioration occur at what appear faster clip than when I happened to be younger within the lovely bones of this sensate being, who finds himself sensitive to loud sounds discovered audiological test administered hearing loss at extreme high and low ranges similarly recognizing even the largest sized letters on the Snellen eye chart fraught with greater difficulty particularly without wearing corrective eyewear. After querying Google concerning a medical term for hearing loss of high and low frequencies, the closest response came back as follows. While there isn't a single, universally accepted term for hearing loss affecting both high and low frequencies, it would typically be described as a "mixed frequency hearing loss" or "broadband hearing loss" on an audiogram, indicating significant hearing loss across a wide range of frequencies, including both high and low tones. Before acquiescing to the afterlife, I bolster maximum body, mind and spirit triage aware declining senescence affects physical, mental and spiritual well being what fluke roll of the genetic dice throw wrought yours truly (me), whose latent potential hijacked (to Cuba) thyself, an anomaly sexagenarian forever stunted socially courtesy courting The Pale Horseman when just a lad of approximately a dozen years of longevity since being born thirteen days into the first month of nineteen fifty nine, when according to most Western cultural interpretations, being born on January 13, 1959, would not be considered particularly auspicious or unlucky; it's simply a regular birthdate with no inherent positive or negative connotations associated with it in mainstream beliefs. Perhaps, cuz I (the male offspring from both deceased parents, especially my father – the renown Chemist B.B. Harris, and to a slightly lesser extent the late culinary cuisine queen Harmit Harms Kuritsky - the gal whose troth he pledged while holding some bubbling sinister looking flask in hand on their first guinea pig type date encouraged incurred genetic yen that burned from without the buns of this son) possesses a pyromaniacal streak, no surprise cremation would be my choice of post life treatment videlicet mine grateful dead as a doornail cadaver formerly yours truly. Believe it or not, a dead doornail is actually a thing. It's a medieval carpentry term for a nail that's been “clinched” — hammered into a door with any protruding part hammered flat. It wasn't going anywhere, making the doornail “dead” and unfit for future use.