I’m just saying Old People die sometimes…
I’m not saying I kill them, but they do.
One of the biggest problems facing this country is our obsession with dying – or NOT Dying to be more specific. People spend crazy amounts of money to not die. But, I’ve got news people – Everybody dies. That’s just how it works.
I’m not saying I want to die, or that people should kill themselves. I’m really saying, if everybody in the world who came before us eventually died, and we’re not REALLY convinced that’s about to stop what the crap is all this complaining about.
If ghost eat, it can't be that bad in the afterlife.
I’ve never seen a ghost, I don’t believe in them. But, I know people I trust who say they’ve seen ghost (yes, mostly White People). When they tell of ghosts, the dead person always seems unconcerned about complaining about being what it’s like being dead. Apparently, the afterlife is the kind of place where X-people complain a lot about: how they got killed and how they want to get back to being alive. However, no one has ever met a rational thoughtful ghost that argued the pro & cons of the afterlife.
There is something far more disturbing than dying that we all seem to be overlooking – Pain. When I go to the movies and I see things like Hostel and The Strangers I immediately think to myself “now that’s scary.” Because, of course I don’t want to die, but I’m more committed to avoiding almost dying and arriving at just really hurt. Just like, I don’t want you to kick me in the privates, break-up with me on my wedding day, and I REALLY REALLY don’t want you to almost chop my head off.
– Mister Joe Jones