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The other day, a bitch came to my house. An insurance bitch. A sweet tall Parsi woman by the name of Phirozi, who came to collect the cheque from my flatmate for her policy. And then, when she heard that I don't have life insurance taken out on my own, she proceeded to try and brainwash me.
I earn a pittance.
I don't save anything.
My mutual fund investments will not be there when I need them.
My parents will soon die.
I may soon die.
Of some long, horrible disease that will be expensive.
A bus, an airplane, a train, a bird are all conspiring to kill me even as I write this.
Insurance with equity plans are loads better for my feeble brain to understand, rather than my mutual funds.
My future family (wife, three kids, dog) will be left poverty-stricken after I die.
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