Please don't die. Let's have a few years where none of you dies - no family members, no loved ones, no friends, intimates, boon companions, or even just casual acquaintances. Ok? Everyone survive.
I'm prepared to deal with the frequent loss of friends and loved ones when I'm say - pushing 90, and the rest of you are long in the tooth, too. But until then, I want all of you happy, healthy, and prosperous. Or at least not dead. And I include paralyzed-for-life, in an irreversible coma, diagnosed with a terminal illness, or any other sort of mortal affliction in that.
Now let's get out there and be alive.