I’m laying around feeling ill, the result of downing a bowl of cherries while watching Paul McCartney, here to claim what’s left of the Beatles Catalog, on David Letterman.
I’m thinking, though not deeply, about death. The grandfather of a good friend died today. Funerals are sad, death not necessarily so. Sometimes death is a relief, or so I hear. I’m not sure how we can know if death really alleviates anything. The dead can’t tell us. The best we can hope for is it all ends with death being the balm of life.
The consequence of this death is that my friend is coming this way for the funeral, and I’ll get to spend some time with him over the next couple days. I love catching up with people on the “real friend” list, discussing girlfriends, boyfriends, life plans, work, school, and family dysfunctions. It’s peculiar that I totally hate discussing this kind of thing with people who are not good friends. The casual acquaintance bores me to tears with stories I find riveting if delivered by someone I have put in the “life friend” category.
Speaking of funerals. I wish everyone would shut up about Michael Jackson. Now we have to look at his hair burning Pepsi commercial, his nasty old father, his countless friends, who prior to this lived in some heavy woodwork, Larry King asking some of the stupidest questions imaginable to people we’ve not heard of before, not to mention the other CNN histrionic pundits extraordinary. Soon people will be posting autopsy pictures. Watching this stuff makes me sicker than eating ten bowls of cherries. We are an indecent people here on Planet Earth.
peace
I hear you on Jackson, vultures always feed.
Friends mean more is why.
Feel better. I like cherries and can gt carried away too.
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I did get carried away. I feel better now.
I don’t even know if woodwork is the word for it. We may have to come up with a new word for wherever they came from.
You don’t like cherries? I once composed an entire blog post dedicated to the cherry. Surprising, I know.
I watched McCartney, too. I don’t recall ever seeing anyone perform up there.
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I love cherries. It’s just that two bowls might have been one bowl too many.
Wow, I completely read that wrong. Maybe I shouldn’t be allowed to comment before Noon. Or after 11 PM.
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I watched McCartney on Letterman too, Helter Skelter was good.
I love cherries. I’ve eaten bags of them without rinsing them off. I bought a “new kind” if cherry the other day, it is called “strawberry cherry”, only for it’s color, not for the taste. They taste the same, to me.
Death is not my topic, the great unknown.
The Jackson leeches are coming out of the sewer, not the woodwork.
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It’s is just sickening.
“The best we can hope for is it all ends with death being the balm of life.“
You said it.
bloodsuckers, vultures, leeches, the world is full of them.
You didn’t eat the pits did you?
I hear you on the life friend thing. It’s more important if you care about the people.
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No, I didn’t eat the pits. My god how stupid would I have to be to do that?
Is it any surprise that his death is turning into the circus that his life was? I agree about the Pepsi commercial, enough already. Wasn’t that news in 1984? Now that they have ruled his death suspicious, you can bet that they will crank this up yet another notch. Now when I hear the name MJ, I just change the channel. My sanity cannot take anymore.
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Hope they crawl back in the woodwork where they belong.
Funerals are so personal. Everyone does it different. There is usually a lot of drinking involved.
I know I haven’t been to that many, every family does it their own way. I know my Cuban non bio relatives are no into the whole viewing large crowds party afterward thing, they kid of detest it and prefer to have a small funeral with family and then go out to eat family only.
I’ve been complaining about the over saturation of Micheal Jackson since week one, because it’s my affliction to route out the head way.
I remember when my Dad died, I wasn’t really sad until person after person came to hug me in tears. Normally I don’t get hugs, but here they were, shrouded in misery. I know there are tons of clichés about death, but from my view quite simply, it’s nothingness. The person seizes to exist. No good bye, no movie fade out, sad music. They’re just not here anymore.
I’d known for years he would die, and when he did I didn’t feel relief, or any of what I thought. Simply pure void.
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Death is one of those thing you can talk about forever and still come away knowing not a thing about. That is why I think the subject, for many, is fascinating.
Not sure I could handle two bowls of cherries. A bowl of cherry ice cream absolutely. Or chocolate covered cherries would be even better.
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