Lose Your Shit Tomorrow

Buddy from Ozark:

There was a French writer long time ago.... He was old for those days, and very sick... lungs and tickers all going and he was stuck in bed. This guy's a loner all his life, but he tells the lady who takes care of him that he wants to see his friends, say goodbye. So she sends word, all his friends come to his little hovel, gather around his deathbed, telling stories.  And you know what happens? He doesn't die. And then after a couple of days, the friends, well, they leave. They have lives. And then, he dies. Sad, but sweet. Because when you think you're going to die yesterday, today is sweet.

 So, hang in, Wendy. Lose your shit tomorrow. Today is no day to fall apart.