Peripherus Max: Another Blogspot of Overcaffeinated Ennui

I once saw a report on TV about a group of M.I.T. students who figured out a way to count cards in casinos without getting caught. Together, they racked up millions, but could only think to spend it on 2-floor presidential suites, whores, all the shows in Vegas, and expensive meals.

Is this the reason death is hardwired into our genes?