I saw this comic linked on Twitter today and found it funny and sad.
It talks about how many generations of single-celled organisms and furry-tailed fish and Civil War soldiers struggled and lived and bred just to make us, and how our ancestors would want us to do something useful instead of sitting around, moping and having existential crises.
But I didn't like the ending.
Here's my proposed change, which won't make sense unless you read it.
Or maybe it will.
There. That's better.