You haven't lived until you've seen a talking urinal cake. Or at least that's what I have been telling myself the last few hours. You see, there's been a headline on CNN.com for a video about talking urinal cakes that warn the urinator about drunk driving. So far, I have successfully resisted looking at the video.

I have checked into something else though. I read the other day about a website called www.deathclock.com which supposedly collects some information on you and then uses insurance actuary tables to determine when you're going to die. With a morbind curiosity, I decided to check it out today.

One of the questions it asks is whether you are "pessimistic," "optimistic," "neutral," or "sadistic." I didn't really understand the exact point of that question so I figured that I might as well go with the worst case scenario and select "pessimistic." It came back and told me I'd only live to be 57. Not too pleased with that prospect, I ran it again, choosing "optimistic" the second time. This time, it came back and said that I would live to be 93. Wow, that's quit a difference.

You're probably expecting me to now write about what a difference your outlook on life can make in regards to how long you will live. After all, for me at least, it was a difference of 36 years. Wow.

Well, that is when I decided to re-run the Deathclock using the "pessimistic" choice again and, this time, it came back and said I would live to be 81. Turns out the entire thing is a joke.

But it does play on our desire to know when our time will be up, when that will be all she wrote, when the fat lady will sing. If you really could know your exact time of death, at what point between now and then would you change the way you live? Is there a reason to not make that change today?

I think I will keep resisting watching the video on talking urinal cakes. After all, until I see that, I haven't really lived.