} Que sera, sera: Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours --
} Oh, excuse me. Sometimes I just forget myself for a moment. Okay, here
} The plan for your future is that you will find a job in a goat milk
} processing factory in Saskatchewan where you will be the curd manager.
} Since the aroma of goat milk will be good for your complexion, you will
} remain beautiful for many years, and many men will compete for your
} attentions. At the end, though, you will marry Howard Krinzmaker, a vat
} tender at the same plant.
} Honestly, Howard is not such a bad guy when you get to know him. The
} two of you will be saddened by not having children, though, and Howard
} will rightly blame himself, due to that accident with the stirring
} machine that he's going to get into this coming February. Fortunately,
} Canada has health care for everybody. Unfortunately, they can't replace
} SOME parts with prosthetics.
} After you have been happily (except for the lack of children, that is,
} happily) married for thirty years, Howard dies, falling into an
} unattended aging tank. His body isn't discovered for eighteen months,
} however, and by that time he has contributed to seventy of those big
} wheels of Saskatchewan Gouda, adding a flavor that ignites a new taste
} sensation that sweeps Canada.
} You live on for another ten years after Howard's death before your
} faulty understanding of the Metric system leads you to a tragic death
} by drowning after you mistakenly tell the vat operator to pour another
} megaliter of whey into the tank. Like many other things, goats' milk
} can be harmful if taken to excess.
} You owe the Oracle (incarnated as Guybrush Threepwood
} <email@example.com>) $42 Canadian dollars. How much is that in real