'Choose life' was a slogan from a 1980's anti-drug campaign and people used to add things to it.
So I might say for example, choose designer lingerie, in the vain hope of kicking some life back into a dead relationship.
Choose handbags, choose high-heeled shoes, cashmere and silk, to make yourself feel what passes for happy.
Buy an iPhone made in China by a woman who jumped out of a window and stick it in the pocket of your jacket fresh from a South-Asian Firetrap.
Use social media to spew your bile across people you've never met.
Update your profile, tell the world what you had for breakfast and hope that someone, somewhere cares.
Look up old partners, desperate to believe that you don't look as bad as they do.
Do live-blogging, from your first wank until your last breath; human interaction reduced to nothing more than data.
Look for ten things you never knew about celebrities who've had surgery.
Choose screaming about abortion.
Let's have rape jokes, slut-shaming, revenge porn and an endless tide of depressing misogyny.
Think that 9/11 never happened, and if it did, it was the Jews.
Take a zero-hour contract and a two-hour journey to work. Make it the same for your kids, only worse, and maybe tell yourself that it's better that they never happened. Then sit back and smother the pain with an unknown dose of an unknown drug made in somebody's kitchen.
Realise your life has been full of unfulfilled promises and you wishing you'd done it all differently.
Choose never learning from your own mistakes.
Choose to watch history repeat itself.
Choose accepting the slow reconciliation towards what you can get, rather than what you always hoped for. End up settling for less and keep a brave face on it.
Be ready for disappointment and losing the ones you love. Then as they fall from view, a piece of you dies with them until you can see that one day in the future, piece by piece, they will all be gone and there'll be nothing left of you to call alive or dead.