You know, someone died this week. Some big shot. It is a big
deal as always. I don’t know why people do not understand that someone is more
valuable alive than dead. I didn’t feel a thing. People who loved him obviously feel terrible. I’d
be lying to say I loved him. I didn’t. Sorry for that hurting statement. I loved his humor. I’m also not happy he’s dead. Before you
label me uncaring, please hear my side of the story.
Oh, the guy is a big shot who is celebrated in many circles.
Obviously, he’s not, in mine. Of course he played a role. I’m just not sure
which one! But, I am sure someone does.
First, so many relevant people die and nobody bothers. What
makes this death worth remembering? His position in Government? Really? There are so many forgotten souls. He wasn’t related to me. We have zero in
common. He said that even God cannot stop a referendum from happening in the
country. I
may laugh because I have a funny bone but your desire to be funny has gone over
the limits Mr. Whoever. He also made a song, famous. I do and I also don’t attach meaning to so many things.
But, he was funny. I can’t downplay that. He was really a
man of the people. Anyway, in death is when everything becomes leveled. Not
much matters. Only that you loved sincerely and all those things that money can’t
buy; like humor.
There is the truth and there is speculation. Yeah, you want
to point fingers at my hell joke. Let me defend myself. I was reporting not
coming up with anything. So, don’t shoot the messenger.
Second, who told people that you have to cry when someone
dies? That is such pretense! If you don’t feel a thing, be that. You want to
tell me that everyone cries in funerals? Even when these crying folks didn’t
interact in any way with the deceased? Of course, I sympathize with the
bereaved but I won’t cry out loud. That’s just crazy! Be in a somber mood.
That’s enough.
And for Chissake! Why hire people to cry in a funeral? Isn't that abuse to the attendants and the life of the dead man?
I attended a funeral this month of an old person relevant to
me. Nobody cried. It was sad but, seriously there were no water works.
In this country, people are paid to cry in funerals. How
now? I don’t get it when strangers flock a bereaved home to wail out loud. I
wish I had a shot gun. That meeting will automatically be a happy one. The
chaos I will unleash will turn frowns into smiles (of course, for a moment,
then everyone will go back to being sad). A moment of happiness can brighten
even the saddest scenarios. Well, the affected will think I am crazy.
Unfortunately, I can’t silence my big gun. I am joking … Some will take it so
personal.
Third, I know someone will take my comments the wrong way. Too bad, you are about to blame me for all the wrong things in your life. Don't think I don't feel. I am human. But, I know once bitten, twice shy.
Anyway, I do not want to be a nuisance. I know of a story where a man played "another one bites the dust" when a neighbor grieved. Imagine! The law couldn't do anything to this guy. The neighbors tried. If you do that here, you'll be next in the grave. People don't need your bad jokes when they feel so sad. It doesn't make them happy. Even my gun theory will just remain a theory because I don't want the wrath of the masses.
I do not rejoice when talented folks go down. I actually admire
talent. Anyway, everyone will be dead soon enough. It’s best to really live
when you can. In the spirit of tolerance, I honor this dead man. Nobody can say he didn't live. Mistakes and all ...
My friend, life is short…
Anyway, life goes on.
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