You now catch fish all day, love all night (in any particular interpretation you wish) and slowly acquire tans which stop at your vest-line. Its not quite what you were brought up with, but you feel a lot more complete. You carve small rocks with contemplations of this marvellous life whilst waiting for a fish to bite, which are eventually dug up by archaeologists as proof of a 'golden age' for man.
Prince William,
The young romantic, that cheesy grin could get him in this lifestyle any day he wanted, and he has the rugged demeanour to pull it off too.
You die asleep by your rod, slowly dropping into the very waters you loved so much and being gobbled up by fishies. You won't be remembered, but you were damned happy.
Link to the old page you got if you got an answer wrong (nostalgia for those who followed the quest through all the development).
And Bonus Picture of my dog no. 3:
'The When We First Got Him Study'
