Im getting that MRI done today, hoping it goes well. I pray that ill be fine and that my brain is psyching itself out, however i cant envision my brain bullshitting half the systems it has out of stress. I realized after reading Ecclesiastes that no amount of money, fame, prestige, whatever will save me from the eventual fate that I will die one day. I do feel bad because I have personally witnessed people who lost their spouses, and I feel like my fiance would be destroyed if i died on her, but in a way i want to prepare her by making sure my accounts are all good to go, and that she has money for herself. It's not a lot, a few hundred thousand, but i think it should be enough to at least get by.