The Continuity Hypothesis views science as a cognitive enterprise "inching toward the truth". Whether correct or not, this hypothesis confirms the naive belief that "latest is truest", and manages to create a mirage of linear continuity and progress. "Popgun Pharmacy" is an aimless fashion to medicine, haphazardly attempting anything that might make a difference, "hitting now the malady and again the patient, he himself not knowing which." I pair the naiveté of the Continuity Hypothesis with the ineffectiveness of Popgun Pharmacy as a result of my father's terminal diagnosis with cancer. I illustrate specific signifiers as both a participant and critic of their function and identity in contemporary society, orchestrating compositions of restraint and instruction. What objects have we learned to place our trust in, what methodologies make us invulnerable to anxiety, crisis, despair, emergency, fear, hysteria, loss, mortality, nervous disorders, and a pervasive fear of death? I isolate constructed objects or practices that entrust our own breath to save ourselves. Is true function embodied in the tangible, physical object, or in our individual and social psychosomatic will to believe? If they fall short in the event of true crisis, how do they function in the everyday? How do they aid me in my own embodied anxiety and bereavement? Can I use them prophylactically?