I think if more people believed in reincarnation, there would be a lot less wigginess about death. People would be more prepared to face it because they'd see it as a way to start anew. That's how I see it anyway. Just another way to get to do things all over again and hopefully you'll get to do it right. So death's a welcome for me. Not that I'm eager to die or anything. I just don't have a problem if it happens tomorrow. Although I do need to get a little organized and have a porn buddy. Don't remember where I heard about it, maybe on a TV show {duh}, but apparently a porn buddy is a good friend, who ... if you die suddenly ... will go to your house and clear it of porn and whatever naughty stuff you might have there that you don't want your family to know about.
Not that I have a huge stack of porn hidden under my bed, but I've got some stuff that I'd rather no one ever know I had. Don't look at me that way. I know you've got your own crap hidden too. hehe, we're dirty birds.
Speaking of dirty birds. I think I was a hippy in my other life. I think I died young too. Probably protesting the war in Vietnam. Or maybe I was an unfortunate hippy drafted into the war and I got killed in my reluctant duty. Either way I'm sure it had something to do with my staunch antiwar, anti-Republican views. I just have such a connection to that era and that lifestyle. I know I was around back then.
But here's one aspect of death that I'm on par with most people. I don't want to see it. I don't want to see dead bodies or have to watch someone die. That's not cool. I remember when my grandmother died I'd come home from school and found the house filled with people and when I went to her bedroom door, there she was on the bed and people were looking at me expecting me to go in there and look. Hell no.
Let's not even talk about the funeral. You know how the family goes to the funeral home so they can follow the hearse in the procession? Well, my whole family was there and they were all inside viewing the body and I was outside hanging out in the courtyard. People kept coming out asking me if I was going to go in to see her. Hell no.
My brother came out pissed cause they'd put too much make up on her face and he didn't think she looked like herself. Dude I didn't care. I didn't want to see it and no one was going to make me. The fact that the old girl and I never got along didn't help matters.
So while I don't fear death, I'm not partial to the dead. Although I've got no problem with ghosts. Which I believe in, simply on the basis of my belief in reincarnation. I'm willing to accept that there might be disgruntled spirits/souls out there that didn't get to have a new beginning and are adrift cause they don't want to let go of their past life. Although I don't like Casper. He was too damn cheerful for a ghost in my opinion.
So to summarize. Death = Good. The Dead = Not so much. Casper = Dude, get a life!
hehe, Get it? I told a ghost to get a life. You don't get it? Ah go read something.
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