You know what would really suck? Dying horribly of scurvy on a wind-swept Alaskan island in the dead of winter while foxes fuck really loudly right outside your tent, and occasionally sneak into your tent for mid-sex-marathon snacks of your extremities.

This random thought was brought to you by the book I read on the Great Northern Expedition, Island of the Blue Foxes. That's how some people went out!