The Three Deaths

[conception_native_0123]

Sorry I had not noticed even though I have been on social security disability

 

[Isaac]

Sorry I had not noticed even though I have been on social security disability

Well, there's all kinds of people on assistance. Nobody's telling you that you're any one particular kind of them - but surely nobody can say with a straight face that the kind I'm referring to don't exist.

I think you know what I mean here...

 

[conception_native_0123]

I think you know what I mean here...

Of course I do and I know a lot of those people. Or rather I've heard of a lot of them. Those are the ones that don't want to work right?

 

[ColinEssex]

If there is such a thing as reincarnation, knowing my luck, I'll come back as me.

Col

 

[conception_native_0123]

If there is such a thing as reincarnation, knowing my luck, I'll come back as me.

and none of us would like that, that's for certain!

 

[ColinEssex]

and none of us would like that, that's for certain!

I'm inclined to agree with you.

Col

 

[conception_native_0123]

I'm inclined to agree with you.

Col

That would be a first on anything

 

[Galaxiom]

Or, as you get older...

With Life
        .born
    Do Until EOL
        .eat
        .shit
        .sleep
        .wake up
        .take a pee
        .sleep
    Loop

Eventually we will be thankful when they are still in that order.

 

[The_Doc_Man]

When I''m gone, I'll practicing my music in reverse... decomposing.

 

[Cronk]

I thought they do not bury people in New Orleans.

 

[The_Doc_Man]

My family is from around Bessemer, Alabama, which is where I will be buried (if my wishes are carried out.)

We sometimes can bury in New Orleans depending on where the cemetery is located. Not all of the city is below sea level. However, we have strict rules about how many caskets can go in a particular plot - and there is no such thing as burying in a metal casket unless you have an above-ground vault.

 

[conception_native_0123]

When I''m gone, I'll practicing my music in reverse... decomposing.

hey richard, have you seen this article?

In the future, your body won’t be buried... you’ll dissolve

A growing movement is advocating for a cleaner, more sensitive alternative known as alkaline hydrolysis or 'resomation'

www.wired.co.uk

 

[The_Doc_Man]

To be honest, it doesn't matter to me. I won't feel a thing either way. AND in some soils, alkaline decomposition is what occurs anyway,

As long as I don't end up Soylent or Green, it's all good.

 

[Isaac]

When I''m gone, I'll practicing my music in reverse... decomposing.

Is it going too far to point out that decomposing bodies are, in a way, later eaten in part? In a very indirect way, but geez....Ok, with that comment i'm done for the morning.

 

[Jon]

Isn't it funny to consider that in the distant future, part of your body might be used to form a star. Odd!

 

[AccessBlaster]

Back to the origin to complete the circle.

 

[The_Doc_Man]

Unlikely to be an issue. We are not in an area of space noted for new star formation. But that's OK. I'm a short-lived star to my grandkids.

 

[NauticalGent]

I'm a short-lived star to my grandkids.

Nothing better. I only have one so far but she can make my day with a simple "I love you Poppppppsssss.....!"

 

[conception_native_0123]

But that's OK. I'm a short-lived star to my grandkids.

talk about morbid. you can do better than that richard! =)

 

[The_Doc_Man]

Well, golly, Adam, isn't it at least nice that we are a star to someone, no matter how ephemerally?

I do my best to be part of their lives. I play games with them, talk with them on any subject they want, and in the past have bought them each a very nice computer. I've been there for them during their parents' divorce, which for a while wasn't so civil. They were scared but they had someone to talk to about such things. To them, I'm a positive influence.

Do you really want to get morbid? Consider the Bard of Avon:

From Hamlet, Act 5, scene 5:

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,​

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,​

To the last syllable of recorded time;​

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools​

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!​

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,​

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,​

And then is heard no more. It is a tale​

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,​

Signifying nothing."​