Case File: End Game

OK... this is gonna sound like a morrbid post, but bear with me.

We've all done it before. We think about death. It's once of life's few inevitabilities.

Death (presumably) sucks. But what sucks even harder is the thought of who may not potentially give a shit of your passing. Yeah, there'll be someone out there that you know who will absorb the news of your demise as a passing thought. Awesome, right?

Not really.

So I thought about this during a bout of insomnia. Too often I go out of my way for people - people who I'm not certain if they'd do the same for me. I go to all the birthday parties. I get the check. I'll be the ride home. Not because I'm some pussy-fied chump; it's because I value the people in my life. But then the death thoughts come in and I wonder who'll cry the longest.

Or laugh... depending on how you remember me. Hopefully the latter.

It's such a mindfuck of a topic, isn't it? No one wants to think about these things, but I think it's an intriguing topic, albeit somewhat morbid as I previously stated.

Anyway, there's no underlying message behind this, which is normally the case with my posts. No bigger picture. No sublimities. Just a question that I pose to you. Next week I'll tackle "Where's the Beef?"

I heart bad Eighties commercials.