RE: Qurator's Mischievous Mondays | Everyone Gets One Glimpse of Their Final Day

I chose to see it. Of course I did. As a huge Final Destination fan, I already knew that cheating death isn’t exactly an advantage — it always finds a way. But my curiosity won. Not for the scare, but for the plot. I wanted to know if Death had crafted a dramatic storyline for me.

At 18, I sat in the cold chair of the Final Glimpse Central, hands sweating, heart in full-on cellphone vibration mode. Ten seconds. An eternity in miniature. I saw... me, at 79, laughing in a kitchen, holding a slice of toast with jelly. I choked and... roll credits.

Seriously? After surviving killer moths, metal shows, and a foggy road with three deadly curves, my grand finale is death by rogue toast?

I was mad for a minute. Then relieved. No jet engines, no derailed trains, no random panes of glass from the sky. Death spared me the Hollywood clichés and gave me a slapstick comedy.

In the end, the glimpse didn’t change my life, but it made me laugh. And honestly, that’s already a huge win. Because for me, living has always been about laughing through the chaos — right up to the last second.