Death

“Death is a punishment to the living; it fills us with longings of things that could have been and regret for things that were” – A. Osho 2011

Would you rather die suddenly or after a long drawn out illness? I don’t know what most people would say; but when I asked a friend this; she said she rather die suddenly. Her reason being that the expectation of death coupled with the “hard work” of putting your affairs together would be tiring. I on the other hand would rather take option 2. Why you ask; am I thinking such a morbid thought? It’s because I am a raving lunatic and as this is my ranting, mind your business. Anyways, option 2 is a more pleasant way to die because you have time to put your affairs in order – to right all your wrongs before you meet your maker. The way I see it, there’s been a lot of advances in pain management that you’ll likely die with a smile on your face — literally.

I was watching “The bucket list” (Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson – Wikipedia it) and thought that I should write one. However, an overwhelming one dully interrupted this thought – you don’t get to choose how you die. As a Christian, I don’t fear death; in fact I’ve come to view death as a vehicle to greener pastures. Death like a friend of mine quoted is only punishment to the living. The pessimists of the world would wax lyrically about the futility and meaningless of life as it all ends in death. If you ask me (and before you roll your eyes and think “But No One Asked You”), this thesis gives death too much respect and importance. In regards to the bucket list, I’ve decided to live each day like it’s my last – even the bible suggests you live this way. The day I die, I would urge mourners not to cry for me – instead applaud my accomplishments, discuss my disappointments and laugh at my eccentricities. After which, donate my body to science so that it could be said “Here Lies The Raving Lunatic; With Whose Remains Was The Most Ground Breaking Medical Discovery Discovered”

I just realized, I need money to live each day as my last – but as I am a broke ass, I guess I’ll start living like it’s my last next year when I hit pay dirt. On that last ramble, I say “Good night, Good luck and don’t forget to tip your waitresses”