Apparently, I was deal a fatal Lightsaber blow just under my stomach, slightly on the left hips (I know because I saw it on the mirror). Although the wound has started to heal, I am afraid I do not have much time left.
So, I know I am going to the Other Side and told my assistant not to worry. I am glad to go over there but its the pain of dying that I am afraid of. Because we're Jedis (WTF?) we can communicate to each other when we brush our teeth (really, WTF....?)
A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter: "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." The little girl said: "No, Dad. You hold my hand." "What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father. "There's a big difference," replied the little girl.
"If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I
may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no
matter what happens, you will never let my hand go." :')