Quote of the Day:
“The secret source of Humor itself is not joy but sorrow.” –Mark Twain
TB finds it easy to keep a positive attitude, an essential personal attribute, maybe the most essential. That is, I find it easy save for the days when everything goes wrong. Well that and save for the days when something goes wrong. Oh yeah, and save for the days when I’m bored. Basically when people like me, when I’m doing things I like and when I find a clean quarter sitting outside my door as I wait in the drive-thru for my morning parfait from McDonald’s, I find it easy to keep a positive attitude.
This weekend did not include one of those easy days. In my mind I was fighting to regain some positivity, but my heart wasn’t buying. But then I received news of the passing of a beloved father and the funeral of a beloved teacher. Several friends of the blog knew at least one of these great men; friends who by all rights deserve at least a day of uninterrupted self pity. Yet what they have projected not only today but in the days leading up to it has ultimately been positivity–celebration, remembrance, and courage accenting their obvious, hard-earned sadness.
I find the above introduction insufficient and maybe you will too. Death is a difficult subject to contemplate, even more difficult to write about. Anyway, my TB universe reaction to an evening of introspection is to honor the memory of these men with a stab at humor. One of them I barely knew, but from what I do know I think he would approve, and the other I did not know, but the tenor of reports from his funeral suggest he would also not object. For both, in the grand scheme, it is clear that only celebration for their life exceeds sorrow over their loss.
And so to those who remain, TB offers some advice to consider upon your passage through the Pearly Gates. A few things you should NOT say to St. Peter or any winged bureaucratic types as you get your paperwork for admittance in order.*
- “There must be some mistake.”
- “So I have this neighbor I’d really like to haunt…”
- “How much longer before I get to see the Chief? I’ve got questions.”
- “So who else got in? Robert Johnson? Johnny from Georgia? Faust? That guy from Damn Yankees?”
- “I ain’t signin nuthin til I see a lawyer.”
- “If Heaven ain’t a lot like Dixie, I don’t wanna go.”
- “So somebody AIN’T always watchin eh? ‘Cause that book’s missin some of the best stuff.”
- “92 years on Earth and not one single freakin Sugar Bowl?! And don’t even get me started on the Saints! Screw all y’all!”
P.S…..finally, a photo in lieu of 1000 words reflecting positivity and evidencing support for my contention that God does indeed have a sense of humor….the photo below is of a piglet squid, one of God’s creatures. The P.S. lives in most of the world’s oceans at about 300′ on the depth finder.
My sincere condolences to the family and friends of Pascagoula icons Bill Feidt and Harvie McClure.