I actually considered looking for a job in a mortuary while unemployed, on the assumption that it was a recession-proof industry and there would be less applicants to compete with.....my fear and hatred of mortality always stopped me, though-I figured I would either grow reconciled to it, or become an alcoholic trying to artificially numb myself to it (which seemed more likely). I do have a morbid streak, but its almost entirely restricted to the fictional realm, where thoughts of mortality never intrude.
Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it. We should remove the carrot and walk forward with our eyes open. -- Raistlin Majere