Recently I saw a bumper sticker that read: Out of sick days, called in dead. I laughed out loud. Who says that we can't have a sense of humor about death? What is gallows or black humor if not a thumbing of one's nose at our own mortality?
Death is not as grave as we make it out to be. Think about the free make-up one gets treated to. Or the fresh new suit or dress one gets to wear. And the testimonials filled with admiration, appreciation, maybe even a tear shed here or there. Who would want to miss out on all this?
Humor puts things in perspective; it even puts one's ego in its place. The world does not, as our ego believes, revolve around us. Death confirms this in spades. We would do well to remember that we are a speck of dust in the universal and unending cycle of birth and death. Knowing this doesn't mean we have to grovel; it simply means we can ease up a bit and enjoy the full breath we take in this very moment. It is a great gift.
pine or marble?
if possible, I'd like
one of each