Love your synopsis of the last thread, btw. I'm still waiting for the holy rolling to start here. There are always some bluehairs who have no sense of humor about this kind of thing. As if God wants us all to sit around wailing about how awful it is people die all the time.
In fact, I hope my death at a ripe old age is in as absurd and entertaining a fashion as possible. It's not like there is such a thing as a death you WANT to die (heroic sacrifice and death in the saddle and all that wishful thinking notwithstanding), so they're all bad in that sense, anyway. It is my fervent prayer that God lets me bring a smile to people on my way out.
One of my extended family actually had brain cancer and used humor to keep her family from crying about it as she died. I'll never forget the story about her losing bladder control and having to wear Depends, and gradually lost her faculty for speech, then as a son lovingly changed her, she surpised everyone by blurting out the words "SUPER COLON BLOW!"
A friend of mine insists that he wakes up every morning and immediately says "BRAINS!" so that when he dies, his body will be trained to rise from the grave, or at least reflexively scare the pants off a mortician in a final practical joke.
If you can't laugh at death you probably can't laugh at life, either.
And I thought I was the only one.
I tell everyone that in my twenties I didn't think I would ever die.In my thirties I hoped to be found dead with a twenty-one year old girl on top of me.In my forties I hoped to be found dead with a fishing pole in my hand.Now approaching fifty I just hope to not die at work.
You must be all of 15 if you think 33 is a ripe old age.
While you may find it amusing - it isn't for most of society when a young man - with a young family loses his life.