Life is short, health is fleeting. That’s what the man who came to my door soliciting term life insurance quotes. I told him if he didn’t get off my porch his beneficiary was going to be wealthy. I don’t think he understood. He just continued on with his sales pitch. He said, “Thank you. You have just made a wonderfully verbally, simple, example as to why Term life insurance is important. Life can turn ugly at a moments notice without warning.” I stopped there and asked rather brashly, “Who the fucuk are you calling simple and ugly!!”, as I reached for the baseball bat. He took a half step back, and said, “Wonderful. I seldom get to see someone who not only can present my pitch with words and illustration.” Well that’s when I swung at his head. As he lay bleeding on my front steps he groaned, “I do believe you have made my point rather vividly. Can I interest you in the deluxe package? Or. Would you prefer the basic policy?” To make a long story short, as much as I hate door to door salesmen, I truly admired his dedication. So, with his bloody index finger I signed up for the deluxe package. He smiled and passed out from loss of blood. That’s when I took the snow shovel and scraped his carcass off my porch and over to Mr. Johnsons house next door. I rang the door bell and said, “Good luck on your next sale.”