Posts Tagged ‘Death’

“Natural Causes”

June 14, 2018

I’m never sure quite how to take it when I read someone died from “natural causes.”  “Natural causes” . . . what does that even mean?

I mean, beyond a certain point, if you shoot someone enough times it becomes unnatural for them not to die, right?


It Was Either “King of the Rocket Men” Or “Radar Men From the Moon”

April 14, 2017

Yesterday we had another one of those “We all knew it was going to happen someday, but it happening today was still a bit of shock” deaths in the family.  At times like that there’s a detached part of me that always takes interest and observes my unfiltered reaction to such news.  This time around my first reaction was “I hope he enjoyed that stupid movie I got for him one of the previous times he was in the hospital.  I never did get around to asking . . .”

But I really hope you did, Earl.


I’m Pretty Sure That’s Not What Most People Are Going For

November 30, 2016

Lots of people hope to make their mark on history, but I doubt too many people dream of news of their death being the start of a humongous street party . . .

The Literal Truth

February 26, 2016

Strange thought to round the week out, but despite the way I talk sometimes, I don’t literally expect to be chosen and guided by a beautiful Valkyrie when it’s time for me to die.

That doesn’t stop me from hoping, of course . . .

I’ll Catch ‘Em If He Cleans ‘Em

February 5, 2016

Following up on yesterday’s mention on the subject of the dearly departed, what prompted that thought was yesterday I told my son that I “no longer have a grandfather,” and was promptly corrected by someone adding, “not here, he means.”

Strictly speaking, I have no objection worth mentioning to that statement, which is why I maintained my silence at the time, but it did bother me in a way it took me until today to be able to verbalize.

I’m not qualified to unequivocally speak on the enduring nature of the human soul, for lack of more precise term, and if my grandfather’s spirit does endure somewhere, I hope he is well and knows how much I honor his memory, but I stand by my statement that I no longer have a grandfather until the day he and I can go fishing together again.

So Tread With Care And Respect

April 13, 2015

In fiction, as in real life, after breaking the news of the death of a loved one to someone, the question of “Did they have a ‘good’ death?” is frequently asked.  Depending upon who’s asking, ‘good’ is sometimes defined as “not suffering”, other times it’s defined as “brave”, and so on, but even the flat question of “How did they die?” almost always seems to come with the implied plea of “Please tell me something I can take even some small comfort from.”

Lying as necessary is expected from all but the most heartless in this circumstance; we all know this (And if you didn’t, you might want to have your heart checked.), but since we all know this, doesn’t that mean the person asking the question on some level knows this as well?

Yes, yes it does.

Well . . . Damn

November 6, 2014

The other day I was telling Lala about a novelty song writer and performer that I’ve long been fond of, even going so far as to find a few of her songs on YouTube for Lala to listen to.  After the second song Lala asked me an entirely reasonable question that I was completely unprepared for:

“Do you know what she’s doing now?” she asked.

“No . . .” I admitted slowly.  “Honestly I’m always kind of reluctant to look up people after a certain point.  I hate finding out they were brutally murdered in 2001 or something like that.”

“Well I’ll look her up then.”

A few moments later I could tell by the silence that Lala had found something.

“Well . . .” she said at last.  “She wasn’t brutally murdered in 2001.  It was a car accident in 2002.”

Not ALL My Dreams Are Happy Ones

August 15, 2014

I am a ghost now.  I shall never again know comforting arms around me.

– A phrase I dreamt I saw crudely scrawled on the inside of an old abandoned refrigerator.  Somehow it seemed to fit the theme of the week.

Suicide Isn’t Painless

August 14, 2014

Ironically enough, it took yesterday’s news of a death to delay my acknowledgement of a death, specifically the death of Robin Williams.  By now there’s been enough general outpouring of emotion and opinion over it that I was tempted to keep my own reaction private, but I decided that would be doing a disservice to myself and to Mr. Williams.

Mr. Williams, I’ll do my best to keep the guilt trip to a minimum since you’ve gotten plenty of that already, I’m sure, but I want you to know that at this moment my anger at you taking your own life is greater than my sadness at your passing.  Once I realized the news was more than just another Internet rumor, my first reaction was “What the ____ were you thinking?!”

The sad truth is though, that I knew what you were thinking.  Oh, not the specifics unique to you, of course, but in general.  I’ve thought it too.  I think most of us have from time to time, just some of us more than others.

But you made the wrong call, sir, and left the rest of us to live with it . . . but live with it we shall.  I’m still angry, but I’ll get over it in time, so I forgive you.  You may well not need my forgiveness, but I know I need to give it, so there you have it.


Beyond A Ghost Of A Chance

November 4, 2013

Beyond a certain age, if you really want the chance see a ghost, all you have to do is sit in front of a mirror and wait.