In the cold, indifferent eyes of the multiverse you are merely a passing moment clawing for meaning. A spider in a bathtub. Control is an illusion created by your frightened mind. Death rolls the dice alone and no matter how many times he does the number remains the same. Now, you could let this soul-crushing existential notion put a noose around your neck OR you could just suck it up, buy this shirt, and wait it out like everyone else -
I chose the first option this morning but then had some coffee, felt much better, and put on my DIE shirt. Time to roll the rock up the hill again.