When you are drunk, whats your answer to the meaning of life?

After my fifth Bombay Sapphire Martini, I sometime close my eyes, quieten my mind, then enter the darkness of the 4th dimension.My screwed up mind. The answer is simple. We are mortal. We die. Our purpose is the propagation of the species. Next best thing is to create something that will outlast your lifespan. What do you think. Am I too cynical?