In Memoriam

I sometimes think about death, it being one of those things that you can't really avoid. Not for long, anyway. I hate the idea of a wasted death. I'm not entirely sure what I mean by that, but it has something to do wih being pointless and futile. Not necessarily the death itself, because by the time I die I won't care how it happened. It's funny, but the thing that worries me is how my death wil be received by the people who knew me. I suppose my big fear in death is that of life - firstly, that I'll be myself, and secondly, that people won't misunderstand that. Like CS Lewis remarked on the death of his wife - people get their own impression of who you were once you're dead, and you're not around to correct them.

On the other hand, I wouldn't mind pointless death of a humorous kind. It would be quite funny to see people trying to relate the sad news while stifling giggles. My favourite so far is geting hit by a giant cheese. I mentioned it to Neil once. I think he might have made some arrangements.