} There are several replies to your inquiry (?):
} 1. Me me me! That's all you think about is yourself! Why don't you
} look around you once! There's a lot more to the world than just you!
} 2. We are gathered here today to mourn the death of yet another mortal.
} Jim was a good questioner too, don't let anyone tell you different! In
} fact, he was on his deathbed, when he had one last question of myself,
} the Oracle. So his wife brought him his laptop and he very slowly, for
} he was dying, typed in the words, 'mail email@example.com'
} and pressed enter. 'Damn!' he said as he looked up and noticed his
} mistake. Pressing CNTRL-z, he exited from his mail message to nowhere.
} He then started retyping the Oracle's address, and, seeing that his
} address was correct he slapped return. At the instant he pressed the
} key to life, complete paralysis of his arms took his strength away and
} he had to get Mrs. Schumblother to type, 'tell me,' in the subject
} line. He then started to tell a story to lead to his last question and
} could only get out the word, 'I,' before Broca's Syndrome took his
} speech away. With his speech and arms totally gone, he lapsed into
} death. Mrs. Schumblotter, that brave woman was stricken with grief and
} a will to get Jim's last message to the Oracle. So, she went down to
} her local rep from Jim's computer maker and had him press return and
} send the mail message, for she was one of the many computer illiterates
} in the world. Well, Jim got his last wish, and Mrs. Schumblother (she
} keeps changing her name) moved in with a secret lover, and now gets sex
} fourteen times a day in Tahitti Titti. Jim rotted down to his current
} state of rottedness before an encyclopedia salesman smelled and found
} him, eaten by worms and roaches. At any rate, you may never know what
} Jim had on his mind. But, I will always remember his last request, 'I
} know it's a little late Oracle, but is there sex in the afterlife?' I've
} since contacted him godally with his response. Thank you all for
} coming. Go home now. Drink a beer.
} You owe the Oracle your autobiography and a good funeral joke.