You find yourself caddying at a golf course. One day, you end up caddying for the Dalai Lama himself. And at the end of the round he looks like he's going to stiff you, so you're like "Hey, Lama, how about a little something...you know, for the effort?" And he says "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." And you're all "well, I caddied for L. Ron Hubbard last week and I got that from him, so, uh, what else ya got?" And he says, "Fuckin' Hubbard. OK, fine, I will offer you a choice. When you wake up tomorrow, one of two things will happen:" 1. A doctor you have never met will announce a total cure for Progeria. 2. A dead relative or acquaintance of your choosing from your past will knock on your front door, having just woken from a long coma. His or her death, it seems, was all a big mix-up. He or she will live a long and happy life. "Neither one will be credited to you, and nobody will ever know we had this conversation or that you didn't pick the other option." "Choose wisely!" FOCUS: What's your pick, caddie? RULES: Vote in the poll, but post your reasoning as well please.