The family "curse". One of my obese uncles passed away yesterday morning. Guess what he died from? Natural causes. Just kidding. He died from a hole in his heart caused by his obesity. He was 53. When I talked to my mom about it, she said his death really shook her because most of our family has died between the ages of 50 and 60 and she's turning 47 this year. She then proclaimed there was a curse on our family. I told her straight that there wasn't a curse and she knew it was because of obesity. She actually responded , "well...then the curse is obesity! We are cursed to be obese!" I told her how stupid that sounded and asked her why myself and a few of my cousins weren't even close to being overweight; I told her she needed to stop making excuses and take responsibility. She broke down crying and said I was right. She said she wanted to get healthier and live longer than our family's statistic...but it was "soooo hard!". I told her it was going to be hard but worth it. She agreed and said she would start taking baby steps to improve herself. That's nice to hear, but I doubt her, or any of my other aunts or uncles for that matter, are actually going to use this to improve their health. After all, we are just cursed to become bipedal blobinoids and there's nothing that can be done about it.