Originally published at Notes from the bunker…. You can comment here or there.

This came up in the comments section and its worth putting into a post:

Let’s imagine that you pass away comfortably in your bed many years from now, wife by your side and dog by your feet. Toilet paper and fresh fruit and vegetables are still readily available daily at your local grocery store. Hi-cap magazines are still legal, and ammo is available at Walmart 6 days out of 7. Gas is 10 bucks a gallon and silver is $70 an ounce, but hey, that was probably gonna happen anyhow.

So basically–if you die comfy in your home and the S never hits the F, do you leave this world with any regrets on how you lived your life and spent your efforts?

If you have medical insurance and you die of old age, having never been sick a day in your life, do you look back at it bitterly as a waste?
If you have homeowners insurance and never, ever, have anything happen that causes you to file a claim was that a waste?
If you stockpile food in your pantry against the day you can’t get anymore food and that day never comes to pass, was that a waste?

Of course not. Those forms of insurance allowed you to enjoy your life because those risks/threats had been reduced/mitigated/transferred. I would imagine that every person who prepares for the end of the world would be happy to die in their sleep at a ripe old age never having to have lived through Katrina, a civil war, a depression, or a pandemic. If the missus and I spend the next forty years in a boring routine of filled supermarkets, electricity at the flick of a switch, clean water from the tap, heat at the push of a button, and entertainment upon demand, and we never have to crack open a single can of freezedried spaghetti I will consider that a tremendous success and not regret a single dime spent.