xoxoxoBruce wrote:

"It is sensible of me to be aware that I will die one of these days. I will not pass away. Every day millions of people pass away—in obituaries, death notices, cards of consolation, e-mails to the corpse’s friends—but people don’t die. Sometimes they rest in peace, quit this world, go the way of all flesh, depart, give up the ghost, breathe a last breath, join their dear ones in heaven, meet their Maker, ascend to a better place, succumb surrounded by family, return to the Lord, go home, cross over, or leave this world. Whatever the fatuous phrase, death usually happens peacefully (asleep) or after a courageous struggle (cancer). Sometimes women lose their husbands. (Where the hell did I put him?) Some expressions are less common in print: push up the daisies, kick the bucket, croak, buy the farm, cash out. All euphemisms conceal how we gasp and choke turning blue.”

Found on my computer, from August of 2017, don't know from where.
 

From Essays after Eighty by Donald Hall

Having no close family apart from Dad, a few years ago I made a will, not wanting the Carruthers millions to end up with a third cousin twice removed or, worse still, HM Government and I still can’t get over the emotional effect it had on me.
I suppose that I had never given much thought to my own mortality as we all think that we’re here for ever.
I know it sounds daft to say it, but the final realisation that we pass this way but once was distressing, to say the least.

Anyway, I’ve no plans to go just yet.



 

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Carruthers wrote:

 

From Essays after Eighty by Donald Hall

Having no close family apart from Dad, a few years ago I made a will, not wanting the Carruthers millions to end up with a third cousin twice removed or, worse still, HM Government and I still can’t get over the emotional effect it had on me.
I suppose that I had never given much thought to my own mortality as we all think that we’re here for ever.
I know it sounds daft to say it, but the final realisation that we pass this way but once was distressing, to say the least.
Anyway, I’ve no plans to go just yet. 

The source, excellent, thank you!
My whole life I've had a great fear of dying with unused vacation time and unspent money. Now that's not a problem it dawned on me what happens to my shit. The only family is my brother who stopped by for an hour on Thursday. He's 11 years younger and I hadn't seen him for half a dozen years. Trouble is nobody knows where all my shit is as it's scattered over several counties in 3 states. Oh, make that 4 states but he knows about that one.
Consequently I've been giving stuff away as the opportunities arise. Most of the books are gone, shipped an oscilloscope and adjustable strobe light to GA, I've even given away 4 handguns. Couple boxes to TX and one to KS, but, haven't put a dent in my packrat past. 
 

Well, if all y'all be dying and shit, count me in.

I don't like being left out...

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Gravdigr  wrote:

Well, if all y'all be dying and shit, count me in.

I don't like being left out...

Don't worry, Grav. We're not going anywhere without you!


 

We are still planning on a 10 year scale but after the last 3 years we live more aware that we're engaged in smoke and mirror work. I got some bad news on a relative this week, we share some genetic predispositions so yeah I'm fully aware "no one gets out alive". I'm uneasy that I'm feeling a little done with the work oriented life but timing is not with me. I want to finish strong but who knows if I have the legs for this.

Do we say "they passed" because the last bodily functions are usually to pass things out of every orifice?

I hate the term

And I had that when I say my husband died, I am chastised for my directness by the response "when did he pass?  

I once did a nice thing for someone who was studying had for their exam to get into medical school.  We had to dismantle it afterwards, but I said I was saving the mini stethoscope I made for when they passed.  People were horrified.  I mean tthe fucking exam, you idiots.  Stop wussing out.  You make it worse not better by smothering it with euphemisms.

Nobody knows about death because, when dead, nobody knows.
 

Hob Gadling as a bird.

I've got some xoxoxoBruce in me. It came to me through the cellar.  And a couple times in person.  He affected who I am.  I saw doodads and IOTDs.  I read one line replies, and got home made Christmas cards.  I love that guy.

I've got a big chunk of black walnut that still hasn't told me what it wants to be.

I'll keep you with me, bruce.  But, don't be in any hurry about dying. I'm afraid that the part of me in you will die that day too.