SIDE SALAD - Everything crunchy is good.

THIS WILL BE THE DAY THAT I DIE

There are a lot of death estimators on the Web. This one is more specific than most, telling you where, when and how you're going to take the Big Dirt Nap.

My fate?

I'll be assuming room temperature on Nov. 27, 2045, at age of 80 after stroking out from heart disease in an emergency room, apparently.

Tonight I'm going to party like it's 1979.