And no, it is not Slipknot's virus of life, although somedays, it sure feels that way, as Agent Smith tells Neo in the Matrix,
"You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus."
It is obviously absurd to say that this virus is going to kill me, with its typical symptomatic sore throat, runny nose, and general fogginess of mind, accompanied with the aches and pains of a body growing older, and a mind, growing more cynical with each moment.
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Sometimes it is fun to splash about in a pool of absurdist notions, as I am electing to do in this moment.
In any case, if the virus takes me from this Earth, and from this blockchain, I would have left a large number of meaningless words here.
In the event of my untimely demise, due to this present ailment, powerdown my STEEM and power it up to null. Actually no, don't do that. Leave it powered up and delegate it to the people who actually attend the Adelaide monthly Steem Meets in equal measure, on a consecutive basis.
The moment they miss one - they're off the delegation list.
If my final expenses exceed that of my worldly possessions, force whatever agency is demanding money of my corpse to accept STEEM as a payment method.
Put my Steem Silver rounds on railroad tracks. Stream the outcome to Vimm. (or dlive for lols!)
What of my Steem Monster cards?
Create a bidding war for them. The same can be done for my alternative accounts and their collections of monster cards, too. In the event that there are no bidders, send the Flesh Golems to 
All the other cards are open slather.
I'm not going to die just yet, but I'm sick, and had bloodtests this morning. So maybe I'll die soon, and we can watch the chaos above unfold
Anyone documenting in the comments that they're praying for me to get better will be flagged. :)
