Have you ever wondered what your deathbed regrets might be? Perhaps some light anguish at never being as rich as Elon Musk? A smattering of sadness over the bosses you wish you’d struck with nunchucks when you had the chance? A sprinkling of remorse that you didn’t have more sassy retorts up your sleeve when faced with a fascist relative?
Well, it probably comes as a surprise to no one that, actually, when you are dying, your primary concerns are generally far more profound than the petty thoughts that first popped into my mind.
