Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts

Friday, March 30, 2012

Flying Braless

I was sending an office memo today to notify my coworkers of a death.
Reading the deceased's obituary got me thinking about my own death.

I know we mourn the passing of others because we are so used to them being around, and we will miss them, however, I don't want some lame ass, boring funeral where everyone just cries and walks around eating food.  I also want my obituary to be more original.  Sure, my obituary can say who outlived me, and who already died, but I think I will pre-write my obituary with fill-in-the-blank spots for the names.  Maybe something similiar to this:


Rough Draft of my Obituary
Angelique lived an awesome existence; 
she loved hanging with Bea, 
attending many Phish shows & wearing happy pants, 
marrying Tim, raising Aiden, 
dancing to more Phish, 
getting fat then getting fit, 
spending times with her family & friends 
and petting pussies.  
Angelique also really loved:
 hula hoops, bubbles, things that glow, and things that bounce.
She was survived by: (list survivors.. don't forget surviving pets!)
She was predeceased by: (insert those that died before me; including pets!)
The celebration of Angelique's life & transitioning to her bodiless existence will be held:  (insert place and time).
Even though you might be sad or missing me, 
rejoice, because now, not only do I get to go braless, I can also fly!

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Pondering Death

It does me no good to pine about death.

I used to be obsessed with death.
I think it was that prayer
"if I shoudl die before I wake"
I would think, "what if I don't wake up"
(Of course, at the time I was so afraid of going to hell, no wonder I was terrified!)

The only thing death really means is I won't see someone again in this lifetime.

Death -- it's really only bad for the living.

I can think of worse things than death:
An estranged loved one that will no longer speak to you is worse than a dead loved one.

I thought I might die a couple times, but didn't want to leave my unfinished business: a life not fully lived.

Death.

It's really a reminder to live life.