Considering that the American motto is to “stay positive” I can’t help getting miffed and wonder at how many times a sad, down in the mouth, little face shows on my computer screen. Assuring me that it can’t ‘load’ but would I like to wait, reload or kill myself now. Whatever. The last option is no option since I can’t leave the Angel with the mess of paperwork patiently waiting to be sorted out. The other day I came across most useful advice how to keep funeral costs down. In previous years I opted for a cardboard coffin. Now I find that a shroud will do. Also makes it easier for the worms to get inside your skull.
Yes, skull. Extraordinary piece of engineering to keep grey mass protected. If there is one thing I shall mourn (apart from missing my enjoyment of life) it’ll be my poor poor brain. It’s at bursting point as it is. And then? Then nothing. As a child I sometimes used to lie awake trying not to think about eternity. Or, worse, the universe/space going on and on. And even if there were boundaries to the universe what would lie behind the fence? No wonder my poor father sometimes got a little impatient. Yes, the wonder of childhood. When you think your parents have all the answers.