I heard of a world where people don't know precisely which day they’ll Move On. Apparently it often takes them by surprise—which must be awful. To not be able to plan when to say goodbye to your offspring? To not get to time it so you spend the last dime of your savings on the last day of your life? To not have a yearlong final party to celebrate the life you've lived? To never hold that ultimate ritual where your friends watch you die, cheering as they count down to the end? What an absolute shame that must be.