So Tolleth a Bell
I was up too late, and loose-of-word, when I tossed these few up on kblogger one night:
I must thank Raven for putting that blog in my hands. Though I had built impoverishedNOOBS on Wordpress, I hadn’t really appreciated the power of the blog…until I heard the Raven’s gentle rapping, tapping… nevermore.
My concerns for the Pornbiz have expressed themselves in urgent tones, in sarcastic tones, in pleading tones, in humorous tones… This one’s short, sweet, not un-funny, and arguably poetic. You decide.
Damn, these metaphors will be the death of me, but WTF… Euphemisms, by any other name, are i n e v i t a b l e when the attending physician and a patient must discuss a prognosis such as this.
If it were me in the doc’s tough spot, I think I’d go the philosophical route…
“You’ve had a wonderful run, Old Boy…” 
Nah, the truth of the matter is it’s not so much “death” as having to decide (on your death bed, unfortunately) whether or not you believe in re-incarnation. If you do, then you shall succumb to the Fog for only a brief instant, and then all will be aglow, again, and brighter than ever — smile
But, do nothing, yet.
I am convening opinions at DOTxXxBLOG — and nothing is decided.