"IT'S NOT OVER TILL IT'S OVER" My random thoughts about death and dying

Someone actually said that to me today. "You know, it's not over till it's over." Who ever said it was over? Not me. I don't even know what that means? What's over? Life? Well, FYI, I don't need to be reminded about my mortality. I know I'm going to die. And a snappy saying isn't going to make me feel any better about it.

A twist on that one, is "It ain't over till the fat lady sings." Do we know who this fat lady is? Is there someone monitoring her singing? Does the fat lady know she's the fat lady? Does she ever pretend like she's going to stop singing, just to screw with people?

When it comes to death. A lot of people practice Ostrich Politics. I've experienced this first hand a few times.

People tell you the craziest things when you're sick. Friends. Loved ones. Even Doctors and Clergyman.

While I was on chemotherapy, a doctor once told me that if you have a sleeping person lying next to a deceased person, and you gave them both an electroencephalogram, the only difference between the two, would be that the sleeping person would have electrical activity in it's brain, and the deceased wouldn't.

So, he said, "When the light bulb burns out, the electricity doesn't die. It just goes back to where it came from." And then it dawned on me. What the fuck is this guy talking about?

Another time, while in the hospital, a chaplain comes walks into my room. "Are you a Christian my son?" No. I'm Jewish. "I knew it!" He screamed in victory. He turned to the nurse, and said, "You owe me twenty bucks. I told you I could spot them a mile away!"

I jumped up in my bed. Is this really happening? Not really. Morphine. What really happened, was that the chaplain told me, "Death was not the end." I asked him if he could tell that to my uncle? Because he was under the impression that he's been dead since 1976. So much so, that he had a funeral, and has been buried since.

A friend told me that "Death" was not the end, but the beginning of a new adventure. Really? Can't tell you how many times I've said. "Hey, I'm feeling adventurous. Think I'll die. Get stuffed in a box like a pepperoni pizza. Thrown into a hole in the ground. Covered in dirt. And decompose. Anyone wanna come with?"

Then you hear the "Quality versus Quantity" story. Which would you rather have? Live it up for a year and drop dead? Or have three shitty years, with pain and suffering and despair? Wow! I'm getting a boner just thinking about it.

Ever hear, "At least he died doing what he loved the most." What? Dying? Being scared shit less and wondering if the fat lady's still singing, and are you about to become the pepperoni pizza?

In life there's only two things that are certain. Death and Taxes. Just those two? If it's true, why is it in that order? When I'm dead, they can have all my money.

God only gives you as much you can handle. Well, he might have gotten the wrong impression of me. Because I'm pretty overwhelmed.

Do not fear the winds of adversity. Remember: A kite rises against the wind rather than with it. That's great, if you're a kite!

It was Albert Einstein that said; "In the middle of difficulty, lies opportunity." This is from a guy that couldn't tie his shoes.

"That's the way I like it." K.C. and the Sunshine Band. Which always lifts me up when I'm down.

Well, if you liked tonight's entry, thanks. If not, well, it's 4:43 a.m. here and obviously my Lunesta hasn't put me to sleep. Or, it's me sleep writing.

"Never say never."

Shit. I just said it twice.

Good night

Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. And if the fat lady sings before I wake. Fuck her!