I think it would be fun to fake my own death and move to someplace distant and change my name and be a recluse.
Mom died December 5, 2008. Christmas was one of her favorite holidays and it still is a difficult time for me. She died of Alzheimer's. Dad died March 1, 2018. Actually, the first year (or longer) of holidays and events without a loved one can be difficult.
My dad died January 19, a few days after his 44th birthday, going back to what lynn said about people dying around their birthdays.
Mom's birthday was November 30. She died just a few days later at the age of 87. Dad died about two months before his 95th birthday.
I'm not busy with this often but I do have a similar thought when I do: only I add about 20 years I can imagine when I'm nearing such an age in relative good health and in good spirit I might come back on this :-D Its just that I don't live my life aiming to get 110
you know, it might be even worse knowing the day but not the year. basically you would live one month every year assuming it will be your last.
That's what I was saying. I thought that's what the original OP was saying, too. It might even be more than a month. I think it would spoil your whole year. If you didn't die that day one year, it would be such a relief. But you'd know that every day the rest of the year just brought you closer and closer to the torment of that day again. It would blow.