There's nothing more depressing than seeing your entire lifespan condensed down into something as small and contained as a clock. Can we really measure a lifetime's worth of accomplishments (dick jokes) in a clock that ticks years instead of hours? Perhaps. Perhaps not. All we know is that this clock makes it easy to tell your family that your birthday's coming up soon (slyly gesture towards the clock). That, and our flu medication is really kicking in, so we'd better take care of ourselves if we ever expect to make it past 9 o'clock. [Life Clock via Szymon Blaszczyk via Technabob via Geekkologie]
Okay I'd prefer a clock that maxes out at 120 years. Then you could still have the 12 usual divisions. Life would pass away as it seems to for some of us, aka: decades!! But it needs some kind of cuckoo to let you know once a year that it's your birthday. Of course I can see these given as birthday gifts (at birth). You hit the stopwatch button as soon as the baby is born. And of course it needs an obligatory head rest (to hang on one's tombstone). What happens though when you are brought back to life? Do you get a new clock during bypass surgery or just restart the one you stopped?