The Internet Death Clock says that I’ll die on 30 August 2038, 30 years from this summer (it doesn’t take into account the longer average life span in Canada). That’s good news, because now I don’t have to worry about running through my preflight checklists, flying VFR into IMC, going up in severe icing, running out of fuel over the mountains, etc. — after checking the death clock, I feel a lot more confident about my flying from now until July 2038.
On the outside chance that the clock is wrong, though, I’ve made sure that everyone in my family knows how I’d most like to be remembered: not by a roadside shrine, concert, memorial web site, or grove of trees, but by organ donations.
I can’t think of a better memorial than having part of me help someone else live. My driver’s license says that I’m a donor, and I probably appear in some government databases, but all that is meaningless if my family doesn’t know and agree — few hospitals will harvest organs if the grieving family objects.
So check the clock yourself (who knows — you might already be dead), then make sure that the people you love know how important it is to you that your organs go to help someone else when you don’t need them any more.
Besides, your donations help keep medevac pilots employed rushing organs from city to city, and they need the money.