Bier: (n) a movable frame for a casket
If you want to creep people out, just start talking about death.
Matter of fact, in the pursuit of bizarre conclusions, I have even brought the subject up at a party, and watched the room go from appalled to reflective, culminating in depression.
There are three things that are true about death:
1. It is the only thing that is certain, that we are certainly unwilling to admit is inevitable.
2. Everybody talks about an afterlife, but no one is really in a hurry to get there.
3. All humans are scared shitless of it–even though sometimes we pretend we’re not.
Sooner or later, we get there.
- If it’s sooner, we call it a tragedy.
- If it’s later, we usually say something like, “Well, it was his time…”
Therefore, it’s best that we take a moment and consider the quality of our lives–because each of us will someday end up hauled away on a bier to a place where we will not return, to go where we are not acquainted.
So I guess the best way to end this little essay is to conclude that while we are waiting, enjoy each other … and have a beer.