Then there's Austin and Ken. Ken has diabetes, degenerative joint disease, and high blood pressure. Eight people in their family have had bypass surgery, but most have put weight back on, and some have passed away. Austin is even unhealthier than his dad -- he has more excess hydrated fat, higher blood pressure, and is only 20. Austin's inner age is 44, and Dr. H. asks him what he's doing. Austin mumbles, "Throwing it away." Ken is all torn up, and doesn't want Austin to deal with the same stuff he's had to.

Sarah and Denise are next to face the reaper, and Dr. H. tells Sarah that she has the highest body fat of anyone this season. Denise has 40% body fat, and Sarah has 58%. Sarah is shocked. Dr. H. tells her that she has an almost abnormal lack of muscle tissue. Sarah says that since her car accident, she's hardly used her legs at all, except to get from point A to point B. Apparently "point A" is the parking lot, and "point B" is in line to order the KFC Double Down. Sarah's car accident was apparently pretty bad, and her recovery time was long. Her muscles atrophied, and she used that as an excuse not to exercise. Sarah's metabolic rate is the lowest of anyone on campus, and Dr. H. tells her that she'll probably have to put in 90 minutes of exercise a day, six days a week, for the rest of her life. If that's not worth it to her, Dr. H. says, she should pack her suitcase. Okay, his job is only to tell people how soon they're going to die, and not to get all snarky about it.

Then there's Moses. He has a 49% risk of having a stroke in the next five years, and is at 90% risk for being diabetic. Dr. H. tells him that he's knocking on the door of sudden death. Moses says that he's just like his uncles, who all died in their early 40s or 50s. He doesn't want his family to have to go through the pain of his death. Which, Dr. H. says, will be soon -- April 23, 2025 to be exact. And again with the death dates! That is just not right, and also of dubious scientific origin. I think you can freak people out enough without being like, "You're going to die this Thursday!" Plus, 2025 doesn't actually seem that soon. If I were him I'd be like, "That's 14 more good years with bacon included!"