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Let’s face it: we all think about what the last few minutes of our life are going to look like. Some people would prefer to have a few final days to reflect on all of their experiences and relive beautiful memories. Others would rather die with no prior notice. Me? I just hope I die peacefully in my Sleep Number bed.
I remember when my father passed away; he had the whole family surrounding him. We laughed about the time he tried to teach me how to drive stick. We cried when he told us that he loved us more than we would ever know. And when he closed his eyes for the last time, I couldn’t help but wonder: will I also die in some shitty hospital bed surrounded by the people I love most?
I’d much rather die in my Sleep Number bed, at the individualized sleep settings that I determine.
Sure, I could just die instantaneously in some random car accident and I’d probably never know the difference. But honestly, it sounds so much nicer to just brush my teeth, say goodnight to my husband like it’s any other night, and then lay down on my queen-sized, dual-air technology Sleep Number mattress—programmed, of course, to my sleep IQ number of 81—for the last time.
And I totally understand that some people romanticize about a grand finale, a well-earned conclusion to an entire existence. But I guess I just like things a little simpler and tailored to fit my unique spine.
When I die, all I care about is that my family knows that I love them and that I had a long and happy night’s sleep thanks to the personalized comfort control and body contouring afforded by my Sleep Number bed.
Then I could rest easy.
