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Here’s a short story – I wrote the main part in the mid 90s and added the epilogue in 2009:
Melvyn found the Fountain of Youth in his backyard. He wasn’t even looking for it—he had just intended to do some weeding. The little trickle of water was dribbling out from between some rocks underneath some unremarkable low plants. He was quite surprised—he had not noticed it before.
Melvyn was feeling rather thirsty on that hot afternoon, and he thought about having a drink from the little stream. He was not normally given to drinking water he found in the backyard, but this time he thought “what the hell”, and scooped a couple of handfuls into his mouth. The water was cool, and perhaps a little salty, and it did the job… Melvyn didn’t think much about it and went on with his weeding.
None of us would want to stay alive forever if we were old and sick and in pain and lonely and depressed and all that. I would assume.
One of the common protests people make about the idea of living forever is they say they will get bored going on and on forever. 
Well this blog has a new name today—I like the ring of this one better. The old one was ‘Why Live Forever?’
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