I went to my stepdad's cousin's funeral today. The service lasted over 3 hours. Ordinarily I'd say that was about 2 hours and 59 minutes too long. But it was a great service and I rather enjoyed it.
What's bothering me is pretty much everything of, relating to, and following, a person's death. I realize that what I am about to say is pretty far out in left field but I gotta say it. The older I get, the more strongly I feel. So here goes:
Who in the hell decided that it is ok to keep a dead guy around for days - sometimes weeks - so that everyone who knows him can come to see him? And what is up with filling huge parcels of land with boxes and boxes of dead people? Oh, yeah, and that'll be 15 grand. What is wrong with people? Whether or not God exists, I'm pretty sure that what, if anything at all, transpires when we leave this existence is not all that bad. In fact, I would say it's probably much better. Even if we simply became dust. SO WHAT! Let me tell you, people, rejoice the dead. For they have been blessed with the privilege of leaving good ol' planet earth. No bills, no asshole husbands or bitchy wives. The whole idea of mourning the dead is totally ass backwards. The TRUE reason people mourn is because we are so damn vain and full of ourselves we feel a loss and wah freekin wah what are we gonna do to fill this hole? We'll be in mourning. But we'll pass it off as mourning the dead.
The people that are getting the shaft here are the ones that have to hang around this place for 80, 90, 100+ years. I have been witness to the slow loss of all faculties and emotionally painful existence my grandmother has been and still is living through. She had a beautiful life, was a wonderfull and kind woman. Her reward...she's seen all her siblings pass, most of their children's passing, and even some of THEIR children's passing. Meanwhile she shits herself without warning, can't remember a damn thing, and is sick and freekin tired of ever damn person she runs into treating her like a fragile little glass sculpture. Jumping to do this and that for her. LIKE SHE WANTS ANYONE KNOWING SHE JUST SHIT HERSELF!!!
The truely blessed get hit by cars, fall off of cliffs, get shot, are still born, poisoned, smashed, etc, etc. We're upset because they got to go and we're still stuck here! GET OVER YOURSELVES!
I am not done with this subject at all. But I think it's already WAY too long to keep anyone's interest for long.
Please, feel free to comment. Like I said, I am pretty sure that the way I feel about this subject is far from the way the rest of society feels. I've got Pluto in my eleventh house, what can say?
