​A business that rents “creepy old person warning you about your doom” for hire.

I quit smoking the day I saw an old man with an oxygen tank at the park.

My friend, Joe, quit drugs when an old man he never saw before or since just said “is this how you want to die, Joe?”

Think of all the life trajectories that can be corrected if we hired old people (who mysteriously know your name and history) to say random, ominous, creepy shit to people who really need to get their life together.