Yeah, yeah, blah blah whatever....
So this year it's "death by pig". Next year we will all be in imminent danger of death by a new pandemic, or a terrorist threat, or a Tsunami, or a plague of Cane Toads, or a Sins of the Father album, or zombies, or swarms of killer bees, or fuck, who knows?
Once you get that jacked into your skull, life simplifies somewhat. You can stop worrying about death because worrying aint gonna make you immortal. We END, and it aint pretty, but it IS inevitable.... and frankly, I didn't expect to have lived THIS long so every day is a bonus, some of them are even worth getting out of bed for.
Ladies and gentlemen, you are all doomed. Everyone of you fuckers is gonna check out somehow, but it would be way sweeter to die from a possessed flu strain that kills in days than a nasty, painful and drawn-out death from bowel cancer.
Embrace the pig.