I'd refuse to go quietly! I might even scream and kick and throw myself to the ground like a tantrumous (not sure that's a word, but it should be) child. I'd remember how all most of you pleaded and begged for my arrival, my light, my warmth (can I help it if I get a little overzealous at times). Jeezum, I'm just getting settled and all comfy when in burst fall pushing and shoving announcing my turn is over. Well, HELLO?