Ah, the big D. No, pervert, the other big D. NO, NOT DILDOS EITHER! Death! Death! We are talking about dying here, okay!? You're going to do it someday, unless Japan figures out a work-around hack.
Yes. You're dying. This very moment, your cells are diminishing in functionality. Over time, they will gradually cease to function altogether. That is, assuming you are not mauled by a bear, gored by a rhino, or run over by the monster truck Gravedigger on your way to work. Yeah...maybe you should quit your job. Just start staying around the house more. Closer to the guns.
Or, maybe you could come to peace with the fact that you're gonna bite it one day. But really, the argument for automatic firearms, against tranquil enlightenment pretty much makes itself.
How about now?
This is a more common question than you would think, so here is a helpful flow chart to aid in making that determination:
What are you, some kind of extremely obtuse, reality-phobic sissy? No! Have you paid no attention whatsoever to any of the above statements? Okay, we'll spell it out for you one last time:
Or at least continues.