Thursday, May 11, 2006
I don't suppose the world would stop turning if I weren't around. But it's nice to know some people would miss me, and remember that I had lived, once. I'd have made some small difference then.I was just thinking about how obsessed everyone is with their deaths. Funerals, however sad and somber, are generally big affair. Everyone wants people (whoever they are) to know they are dead. They take out obituaries (right phrase? no clue.) in the paper, they set up elaborate funerals (before they die - creepy) and generally try to make sure everyone knows they are no longer with us.Why don't most of them try making a bigger ripple when they are alive, though? I'd much rather have my ashes in the sea or in a small urn on a friend's shelf and give all I have (had?) to someone/cause who would benefit from it, rather than spend thousands on my own death. My life should mean more than my death, right?
Depressing, is this train.
Eve.
Couple of people have disgreed with this view of mine. But
I still hhold by it. Is not true for everyone of course. Just a discussion between some ppl I know led me to think this. I'd rather be on that shelf.