"You should be careful when driving," I said.
"Yeah," Teletraka responded, "I know. I don't want to die for something not worth dying for. A car crash is certainly not my idea of a worthy death."
"Well, that seems reasonable," I replied, "But what do you think is worth dying for?"
"I don't know, honestly," Teletraka said, "Maybe some cause for the oppressed. Yeah.... That's it."
"Oh?" I said, "And how would you die in this way?"
"Maybe some how, like..." he tried to explain, "Liberating Indonesian wage slaves and getting shot and killed by one of the guards."
"What about old age?"
"What do you mean?" he said, inquisitively.
"Well," I said, trying to explain, "What do you think about dying from old age? Was dying that way dying for a worthy cause?"
"What cause would dying of old age be?" he asked.
"Life, of course," I said, "Dying from old age simply means dying from life -- is that a worthy cause? Life?"
He cocked his head to the side a bit, in thought, and squinted his eyes, thinking. "I don't know," he said, "I'll have to get back to you on that one."