[ WP ] One day , everyone in the world wakes up with a tattoo depicting how they will die on them . You do n't have one .

`` Ah ahaha ahahahaha AHAHAH-'' 
 
 `` Stop laughing like that, you idiot.'' Tom lightly smacked his younger brother upside the head, sneaking a look at the image of the seizing aortic valve that had appeared on his forearm earlier that day. 
 
 `` You heard what he just said.'' Alex pointed to the television. `` Every single person on the planet. Everyone but me.'' 
 
 It was all anyone was talking about. Every single channel. Speculation. Conspiracy theories. Mass hysteria. Tom had given up on caring just how the tattoos had appeared now that he knew what they meant. His mind had drifted to other, better thoughts. He could go sky diving. Climb mountains. No extreme activity was off limits anymore. The world was his oyster. 
 
 Heart failure was n't such a bad way to go, all things considered. The only problem was not knowing when it would happen. That was the gift and the curse of an interior Glimpse. Some people were stuck with images of themselves being hit by cars, being shot, and other horrible ways to go, but as shitty a thing as that may have been to have permanently tattooed on your body, exterior Glimpses offered the benefit of seeing what you looked like when you go. Where you'd be. Your age. Tom had deduced, well as much as one can deduce with a Google images search, that the valve depicted on his arm was somewhere between forty and sixty years old ( probably ), but it did n't appear that there was a way to conclusively get any more specific than that. He could n't decide whether or not he was glad his time of death was a question mark. It was tough to focus on much of anything other than his teenage brother's maniacal laughter. 
 
 `` I'm immortal! I'm gon na live forever! Hahahahaha! AAAHHHHHH- wait. I'm going to live forever. Alone. Oh my god.'' 
 
 `` Well that took a quick turn.'' 
 
 Alex grabbed Tom by the shoulders and shook him. `` I'm never gon na die! Tom, holy shit, I'm never gon na die!'' He disappeared into the garage and returned with a hammer, handing it to Tom. `` Here.'' 
 
 `` I'm really hoping this is n't for what I think it's for.'' 
 
 `` Well that was a stupid hope to have.'' Alex turned around and closed his eyes. `` Go ahead. Brain me.'' 
 
 `` I'm not beating you to death with a hammer.'' 
 
 `` Do it. You want me so bad?!'' Alex shouted melodramatically to the heavens. `` I decide when I go! No fate but what we make!'' 
 
 `` Hey, Sarah Connor.'' Alex opened his eyes to find Tom standing in front of him. `` Relax. We'll get you to... well I'm not entirely sure who to consult. But we'll find someone. And we'll figure out how you're going to die, one way or another.'' 
 
 Alex looked hopefully up at his older brother. `` You really think I'm gon na die someday?'' 
 
 `` I'm almost certain of it.'' 
 
 Alex hugged his brother, realizing something after a few seconds. `` This is really morbid.'' 
 
 `` Agreed. Hungry?'' 
 
 `` Starving.'' 
 
 Tom tossed the hammer down onto the couch and grabbed his car keys. `` I'm thinking something greasy. Lots of bacon.''
