The work week has hit a dead end, and now every road leads to the weekend. I’m out on the porch of The House on the Hill, enjoying the gorgeous Maine weather, and thinking about the delicious salt and vinegar wings that are going to be my dinner.
Of course, after I eat, I will be heading out to the Think Tank for our weekly Philosophical Exercise. After the week I’ve had, I really need to get the Deep Thoughts flowing.
Who’s ready to join the fun? Bring your own chicken wings, though, because I’m starving and do not feel like sharing mine!
This week’s topic: If you had a choice, would you want to die a sudden, unexpected death that left you unable to say goodbye to your loved ones? Or would you prefer to know death was coming and have time to put your affairs in order and say proper goodbyes?
While this topic might sound like it comes from a dark place, Modern Philosophers, it honestly does not.
I was just thinking about my parents the other night, and it occurred to me that they left this world in such different ways. My Mom went suddenly from a heart attack, while my Dad knew he was dying of cancer.
How deep can we truly be getting, if we keep whistling past the graveyard, so to speak?
The Think Tank is a safe place, it’s a beautiful night, and we are amongst friends. Let’s put this taboo subject on the agenda and see where it leads us…
I think I’d want to die quickly and unexpectedly. At this point in my life, there is no someone special to whom I’d like to say a finally goodbye, and I have no children upon whom I’d want to impart every last bit of wisdom.
Sure, I would regret not having accomplished certain things during my life, chief among them being finding a special someone and having children, but I think that is a far more tempting scenario than knowing that death is coming and counting down the days.
My Dad was the easiest going man I’ve ever met, but it had to have been difficult on him to know that he was slowly wasting away and that every day might be his last. I would not be able to handle that. I would freak the $%^& out and demand for the Grim Reaper to stop pussy footing around and just come for me.
I don’t want to die. I just don’t want to know it’s coming, and I certainly don’t want to suffer and see the reaction of people when they look at me on my death bed. I’d hate for my mind to not be as sharp, to no longer be able to write, and to not to be able to participate in life as I normally would.
Sure, being able to prepare myself for the end, maybe crossing some items off my bucket list, mending fences, and getting to say goodbye to some people who truly matter to me would be nice, but not enough to get me to change my mind.
Which leads me to another Deep Thought: Is death about the person leaving this world, or the ones he is going to leave behind? If it’s the latter, then I suppose it would be extremely selfish of me to choose the surprise ending.
However, if death is about the dying, then I don’t want to see it coming.
How about you, Modern Philosophers?