^OTOH, what good were all those destroyed brain cells gonna be anyway?
We're ALL DOOMED, due to the diminishing OZONE LAYER which before now served to repel millions of little bits of space debris every day. Now they may be small, but hurtling down on your head at a zillion miles per hour from space is gonna create quite an impact if there is no atmosphere left to burn them up on entry.
So I will be walking along one day minding my own business when one of those small missles from the black infinity of space zooms through the hole in the OZONE to land on my head. And that, as they say, will be that for the few brain cells that survived the Guinness onslaught anyway.
Worse, they will find that stupid Lottery ticket in my jeans pocket was Teh Winner all along, and then I will be really pissed off and come back as a vengeful Banshee to haunt the very rich benificiaries of my estate, because even if they're kin,I'll still be bitter cuz THOSE WERE MY NUMBERS and they were finally up!
And so was mine.