"Mr. Doe, I'm afraid your tumor is inoperable. The bad news is that you have less than six months to live. However, you're lucky in that the tumor is not pressing on any parts of the brain that will prohibit bodily function; quite the opposite, it seems that your recent sexual drive upswing is because of a hyperactivity in the pleasure centers of your brain."

The news hurt when you received it, but in the weeks since, you have come to accept your fate. A strange peace has overtaken you, and now your mind is clear of fear and doubts. But one thing is certain, you will not be going out without checking off a few things from your bucket list.