Until we were alive we didn’t even know we existed, and now with death staring at us we should worry that we go back to what we never were except in people’s minds? REALLY!?

We had our run, our adventures, our fun and games and pleasures. WHAT!? Better to die in an old folks home with a poopey diaper and oatmeal dribbling down our faces?

Some of us live long others live short, depending on tall we were. THAT’S LIFE.

Those of you that believe in stories about before, during and after LIFE, and like your stories, will have a marvelous journey of mind right up until your dead. THAT’S COOL.
“Bon Voyage,” or as a minister might say, “Just sleeping,” or a Coroner, “Dead as a door nail.”

If you’ve seen a lot of death, it’s like looking at meat bags unplugged. A dead cat looks no different than a dead human, no spirit in them at all, and no fun.

The universe is kind of into recycling old energy that used to be somebody so who knows, “Welcome back. Do you remember who you were? No? Well ain’t that peaches. I remember, and you still owe me $12. plus 2 million interest. Yeah...it’s been awhile.”

War, war, war, firestorms, war, war, pimples, no end in sight. Just popcorn poppin on an open explosion.

IT AIN’T PRETTY, but it ain’t boring. Run ‘till you’re outta breath, inhale, die quickly, no funeral expenses and from dirt back to dirt and “BINGO” NEW TREE.

WHAT’S NOT TO LIKE. nem