Small Talk


On a Black Subject
March 3, 2009, 8:38 am
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I am morbid and I am weird.Why is it that whenever I check the updates on Wikipedia, I go straight to the recent deaths section?It’s probably because there’s nothing like a fresh dose of obituaries to get your day started.

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In my defense, I believe that the sum of life, its fascination and totality, finds meaning in the obituary.It is here that a sudden appreciation of life springs forth.You suddenly realize, from hindsight, who was important, and who was relevant.

Nice try, Chee.

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There used to be a journal published in the early 1900’s that dealt primarily with this subject.I think it was the Renacimientos something…my memory fails me.But anyway, the journal, presented in lurid detail, death scenes of society’s renown.It showed photographs from burols, deathbeds, coffins, etc.If you were notable in society, you’d find yourself on the front page come your expiry.

What a creepy journal for the newsstands.

Well, that’s what you get when you don’t have tabloids.You go for the next best scandalous thing.Nowadays, we have starlets in various stages of undress to titillate the masses.We probably won’t be seeing any resurgence from Renacimientos any time soon.

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I have a friend who, in an effort to make death less mysterious, posted pictures of his/her father right before and right after he passed away.ON FRIENDSTER!

There is merit there, I know, “Don’t be afraid of the dead.They’re already dead.”But, come on, it’s Friendster for crying out loud!

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My friend is right on one point. Death is the enemy, but depending on your beliefs, It can either be a nap for eternity, or a nap before eternity.I choose the latter.

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One of the happiest wakes I’ve been to was that of Neil’s lolo, who died of liver problems.We were playing, singing, joking around– maybe a little too hard though.This was a family that was confident of a resurrection.No need for goodbyes.Only see you laters.

The joke of the night? “Let’s sleep in the sala (the coffin was there), we’ve never had a slumber party with lolo before.”

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We’ll there, forget I talked about death.Let’s all go back to the land of the living and smile and play and say it’s good to be alive.