In the streets, an old man with suspenders and a lemon-yellow hat walks up to a young man wearing anarchist garb and says to him, "Hey, I am at an age of acceptance and i have no time for you OR the plight you depict. My life is to be a new walk in the park!" The young one was shocked and aroused that some old geezer stinking of medicine would randomly choose him to be his lecture victim. The punk then told the elder that, "Earth's masters will define our spiritual future. We have now stretched out so far into the future that we are entering realms of prediction which border closely on science fiction. In our new form-field awareness, we'll see all the unidentified fields that stretch back millions of years manifest themselves. This will include all the past events that have been lying dormant for millennia, such as dinosaurs, early man, even perhaps visiting aliens, all of whom left their mark on-" in a terrible flash, the man in suspenders exploded his head. His lemon-yellow red soaked hat sunk to his neck and shoulders. The young heathen hears a gargle and steam from the hat and only assumes it was its body screaming. The body fell like a fainting groom, slow and without any pride. It hit the pavement with its legs spread wide open. It's left arm fell into its crotch and the right hand landed on his chest. The old man's detached body positioned itself in a very sexual orientation. The young man turned to the crowd of gawkers and said,"....wow...I found a dime!" The point of this memo is that death isn't always pretty.