I was especially reluctant to see the new movie The Bucket List starring two of my all-time favorite actors Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman and favorite director, Rob Reiner. I mean, let’s go over the facts: it’s about two older men who are dying of cancer and want one last chance to see the world. For a girl who watched one grandfather pass away shaking from Parkinson’s and another survive lung cancer, I was not about to get excited to see two men share a hospital room on screen. However, my sister made me swear I wouldn’t see the movie Juno without her, and my friend promised Charlie Wilson’s War to his father, so I was stuck. I thought to myself, okay, I can get through this, think of Jack Nicholson in Something's Gotta Giveor Batman—not as a man dying of cancer. Armed with a giant Diet Coke and some mustered up courage, I sat in my seat waiting for the tears to begin. Funny thing was, they never started. Sure, the movie was sad: two dying men meet in a hospital room and only have six months to live; odds are they pass away. I was prepping myself for their death the whole movie, yet, when it came, it was sweet, not as heart breaking as I thought.