The Upside of Dying

I used to think about dying young. I don’t anymore, mostly because it’s too late for that. At best, I can die before my time, and there are some who would argue that.

I am actually quite at peace with death, and with life.

I have always lived life beyond my means – economically, emotionally, physically. I’ve spent whatever money I’ve made; my late wife made co-dependency desirable; and when you’re tall, you can hide a lot of cupcakes. It’s like I’ve charged a better life than I deserve on some cosmic credit card.

Dying young before my time is declaring bankruptcy and screwing the lender. You get the good life, and none of the indignities and agonies of old age. That’s the upside of dying.

The downside, quite obviously, is that you’re dead.

I’ve got one or two things to say before that happens, and this will be one of the forums I use. There are others, and I’ve linked them all somewhere in an effort to make sure I am heard, even if by just a few friends and acquaintances.

“He Was Fun While He Lasted” is my epitaph. I intend to live up to it.