He was celebrating his promotion and salary increase like there was no tomorrow.
That day, just before going out for lunch, the boss called him in and gave him the good news. During the afternoon he spent a lot of time thinking about what this would mean. He would no longer have to struggle to keep up with the payments on his apartment. In fact, this would give him the chance to make some improvements. During the late afternoon he scribbled down a few names. He wanted to share his good fortune. So, just before leaving, he sent out a number of texts to his friends to meet in the local bar.
He paid for the drinks all evening. He could well afford it. When time was called, he didn’t look for a late bus, but took a cab home instead. His bachelor flat, as he liked to call it, was small and fairly comfortable, but a little sparse. When he got in, he stood looking around the living room. He was thinking about the possibility of new furnishings, and maybe he could have a small bar put in. With his new found wealth he could have down lights fitted to give the room a more luxurious feel. He could do so much. Because he had been knocking back expensive cocktails like there was no tomorrow, he would look into it tomorrow.
During the night, at a minute or two before midnight, he suffered from a massive cardiac arrest, and his heart suddenly stopped beating.
The moral being, you should never celebrate like there was no tomorrow.