Troy: At age 57 you will die in a fiery golf-cart crash, alcohol will be involved.
oh i got one thats already been done
hey Kranzy feel like a round of golf
the next one i got was better
Troy: At age 67 aliens will abduct you and use your body for sick and often anally-oriented experiments before dropping you off outside of a local homeless shelter smelling of beer.
at least i died ten years later