"How is the worth of your own life measured."
I respond by how many people come to your own funneral"
sorry have to disagree
..some low life peice of schitt plastic gangster died ( rather was killed) by where my dad lives.all the pubs closed for the day, the funeral was packed.and the obituaries filled the paper
I think there must be another way
....i think if you go to meet your maker with a smile on your face.rather than screaming and crying