Beholding Salad

Introduction

  I’m not sure why people suppose they are entitled to simply fear death. It’s just like one simultaneously annoyingly lengthy intermission between you(the event of you; not your persona aka identity aka ego aka personality or whatever, no matter how “cool” or “awesome” you thought it was, it never existed anyway.) and the world…. well, not really. 

  I mean everything is going to end up somewhere, not just the world. I’m sorry, this sounds so freaking cliche. To explain:

  From the point you know your dead, and you will know precisely when you are dead, so don’t try to be cool by pretending your dead and making it all overly dramatic. Dead is dead, and fully expresses that previously mentioned quality. [annoying, remember?] Basically, you just get bored and decide to walk the rest of the way. Hey, just because it’s the end for you doesn’t mean you get any special privileges. It is most definitively, most absolutely, (most frequently).. not the end for everything else; and I’m sure you don’t want to wait around for it to happen either. You will look like a total idiot.

  Also, without any ability to receive, or perceive, (because you kinda need a nervous system to do that) it means I can’t just describe to you what death looks like. Thank you.  Anyway, here are a few things death is not. Death is not very very black or dark. It is not cold, or quite frankly any other stupid quality you can list to amuse yourself with. I’m not made of time. 

  But ok, to be fair, lets say you do wait around. Your not gonna be alone. There is a continually growing mass (of what I call “religious”, based of the fact that a religious guy was the first person to remain committed to the act of loitering, here in oblivion. I think his name started with a T) of people who just wait there at their beginnings for some odd reason that they choose to do it. It’s gotten to the point where some people die, see a gathering crowd ahead of them, and immediately decide to join them. 

  As you can guess, I (no pun intended) have other things to do. My new and only purpose in… well, hm. Lets just cut to the chase with me saying that I’m going to get my money back.