When i was at secondary school, I had a sinister old PE teacher that, although you could have a joke with him, no one really liked that much. One day a kid in my class jokingly called him "old" and the teacher replied "Well at least I've got to this age. By the time you lot are my age, 5 of you will be dead!" Well this was perhaps the most sinister thing he ever said but it looks like his premonition will be true with some years to spare. He was in his 50's, I'm 27 and already 4 people out of the 107 in my year are brown bread. One died of a drug overdose when we were 18, one died of cancer, one killed himself and the other was killed in a road accident. All of them were male.
With 23 years left to go before the dying stops, should I look into taking someone out to before I become the 5th victim of my evil PE teachers curse?