Sunday, June 14, 2015
But seriously, folks
There's a popular site that shows a picture of your gravestone with the date you will die and how it happened. I don't need to know when and I already know how. I will babble baby talk as I expire from a dreadful feline disease that I got from kissing my cats. Real men kiss cats
Alright, how can I write so lightly about death? I answer with a question. Will it help me or anybody else if I talk about death with great sadness, grief, fear and dread? Maybe it's because I'm quite terribly old. If I was ever afraid of dying, it was so long ago that I don't remember how it felt.
Posted by Clif Martin at 8:10 AM