It was an ordinary day. I was working at home, pushing papers. i went to the kitchen to reload my Swingline stapler. There were four boxes of staples in the top right drawer. I picked up each box; they were mostly full. Three boxes of 5,000, plus a box of 2,000 multi-colored staples. I couldn't remember the last time I bought a box. And yet I owned about 16,000 staples.
It was right there that i faced my mortality. I thought, "I will die before I use all these staples." I had a vision of someone cleaning out this drawer sometime down the road, and saying "Did she really think she was going to use all these staples?"
I bet many people die with a good supply of staples.