You know those people that make jokes at the most inappropriate of times? Yeah i'm one of those people. Whenever my friends try to have a serious conversation, I always make a sarcastic comment. I am a very sarcastic person, I even have a naturally sarcastic voice to boot, which makes it hard for some people to tell when i'm not being sarcastic. I have that feeling that no matter what the situation, I will be sarcastic, even at something like a funeral, while granted i obviously wouldn't say anything, i will most likely be thinking of a joke in my head, i think that might be a coping mechanism, or maybe i just don't like to deal with serious stuff. But the main way i justify that stuff is because, if i could, i would be sarcastic about my own death and would be making jokes even as a ghost. "A heart attack? Oh how original!" "How much for a coffin!? Christ, just store me in the attic and spray some febreeze every so often" "hey guys, how about this for a tombstone: Danny Birdsall, time traveller, 1995-1876". Because hey, it's my death, I think i'm entitled to a bit of humour in bad taste. And I think that's important for all of my friends & family to know, no matter how i die, how tragic or pointless of a death it might be, my spirit will be doing nothing but making jokes throughout the entire thing. At the wake i'll be there like "Mmh! These sausage roles are to die for! HA! Get it?" because that's the type of person I am in life, and that's what i want to be thought of in death.
-Danny
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