Life is truly a ride. We’re all strapped in and no one can stop it. When the doctor slaps your behind, he’s ripping your ticket and away you go. As the years go by sometimes you’ll throw your hands up and scream, sometimes you’ll just hang onto that bar in front of you. But the ride is the thing. I think the most you can hope for at the end of life is that your hair is messed up, you’re out of breath and you didn’t throw up.