E's mother passed away last weekend after her long battle with cancer. My grandfather went the same way years ago, cancer deaths can be slow and terrible affairs. I hate the end time, after they call the family in and say the person could die in a matter of hours or days. E's mother held on for a week after that as her respiration shut down slowly and she received hourly doses of morphine. Family came through telling her that "It's ok to let go", and "You don't have to fight anymore". The worst is the last day, death rattles start and they can't close their mouth anymore.
I would rather die fast than go through that process. A good heroine overdoes brings a better buzz without all the bullshit. I can understand why Hunter Thompson chose suicide, anyone who lives to be old sees a lot of slow deaths, enough to want to choose to avoid the fate. Hunter was just one of the few with the strength to pull it off.
Why do we die, where do we go? Do you want the regular coffin or the deluxe model with a built in espresso machine? Or do you want to be cremated, frozen, or shot into space? I want my eulogy to be delivered by a stern hell-fire-and-brimstone preacher who is required to wear a chicken suit. Then everyone should be given pies to throw at one another. Then they should charge forward covered in pie guts and carry my body through the streets like a winning soccer player, leave it in a large vacant building which is then blown up.
C wanted to be cremated then have his ashes mixed into a gin concoction which would be passed around to his mourners to drink. That did not happen. Funeral arrangements are more for the living than the dead really.
I believe that anyone who claims to know where we go when we die is trying to sell you something. I believe that death is just another adventure.
On a lighter note, I got a new haircut. Fabulous!
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