Dead Normans Society
People say what they think all the time, so why can’t I as well? If you don’t agree with what I say, that’s fine by me. I didn’t ask you to agree, I just feel like I have a right to express my opinions.
Needless to say, some people read this and might disagree with this very opinion. But hey….I’m not judging you so I hope you do the same. I think people take death too seriously. I mean, we go through such elaborate efforts to properly respect the dead. But who are we really respecting? I think ultimately Humans are all self-serving, no matter how we argue this we must accept the fact that it is a truism. We don’t bury the dead for the dead! We bury the dead for ourselves! Funerals, burials, wills, gifts of condolences etc. these things aren’t for the dead, they are for the living.
Woah woah woah. What are you saying here Norman? That we don’t care for the dead? No. if you are asking yourself that then you are missing the point. The point is that we bury the dead ultimately for our own closure. We respect them by going to their funerals so that we can look ourselves in the mirror every morning and say that I have properly loved and lost that person. We go to funerals not to “pay respect “to the dead but to console ourselves for OUR lost. What has the dead man lost that he feels sorry about? Nothing. He is dead. He cannot actually feel anything. We can actually cook his body and serve it to the dogs and he can’t even care! HE IS DEAD.
Okay then there’s the whole “oh what happens to your soul” story that well…..we can argue till no end. But that’s not the point I am making. That’s another story for another day
So then why do we still place so much importance in death? We treat it with way too much significance. My theory is that we do what we do for the dead for 3 sets of people. The people who care, the people who care about you, and of course ourselves. I don’t feel like elaborating on this. At the end of the day, The dead don’t matter. That’s my point. It’s the living that matters. The only significance of the dead is what the mean to our lives and how they affected us in their living state.
Having said this, I will still contradict myself and ask for the song “spirit in the sky” to be played at my funeral. I think it’s a very nice walk out song. I can imagine walking the stairs to heaven(if I can find it) having this song playing in the background. But then again, when I die, ill probably never get to hear the song at all, I’ll never get to see the people who come to my funeral or the flowers they would place on my grave. I will never get hear the hymns sung at my wake or the tears shed upon my coffin. I guess when I’m dead I won’t care anymore. I will have much more pressing issues at hand. And all the people I leave behind….well, I wish them the best of luck and hope they catch up with me in the end (assuming I go to the right place of course). The importance of my song playing at the end I guess is of no significance to me when I am dead, but of tremendous significance now that I am alive. And of tremendous importance to the people who will promise me my death wishes because if they can supply me with my death wishes when I am dead, then how much more can they supplement me in my life time. And I for one will do the same for them in theirs.
Paul McCartney’s voice playing in the background to the song of “the end” by the beatles
“And in the end The love you take Is equal to the love you make.”
Signing off Norman The Great
Needless to say, some people read this and might disagree with this very opinion. But hey….I’m not judging you so I hope you do the same. I think people take death too seriously. I mean, we go through such elaborate efforts to properly respect the dead. But who are we really respecting? I think ultimately Humans are all self-serving, no matter how we argue this we must accept the fact that it is a truism. We don’t bury the dead for the dead! We bury the dead for ourselves! Funerals, burials, wills, gifts of condolences etc. these things aren’t for the dead, they are for the living.
Woah woah woah. What are you saying here Norman? That we don’t care for the dead? No. if you are asking yourself that then you are missing the point. The point is that we bury the dead ultimately for our own closure. We respect them by going to their funerals so that we can look ourselves in the mirror every morning and say that I have properly loved and lost that person. We go to funerals not to “pay respect “to the dead but to console ourselves for OUR lost. What has the dead man lost that he feels sorry about? Nothing. He is dead. He cannot actually feel anything. We can actually cook his body and serve it to the dogs and he can’t even care! HE IS DEAD.
Okay then there’s the whole “oh what happens to your soul” story that well…..we can argue till no end. But that’s not the point I am making. That’s another story for another day
So then why do we still place so much importance in death? We treat it with way too much significance. My theory is that we do what we do for the dead for 3 sets of people. The people who care, the people who care about you, and of course ourselves. I don’t feel like elaborating on this. At the end of the day, The dead don’t matter. That’s my point. It’s the living that matters. The only significance of the dead is what the mean to our lives and how they affected us in their living state.
Having said this, I will still contradict myself and ask for the song “spirit in the sky” to be played at my funeral. I think it’s a very nice walk out song. I can imagine walking the stairs to heaven(if I can find it) having this song playing in the background. But then again, when I die, ill probably never get to hear the song at all, I’ll never get to see the people who come to my funeral or the flowers they would place on my grave. I will never get hear the hymns sung at my wake or the tears shed upon my coffin. I guess when I’m dead I won’t care anymore. I will have much more pressing issues at hand. And all the people I leave behind….well, I wish them the best of luck and hope they catch up with me in the end (assuming I go to the right place of course). The importance of my song playing at the end I guess is of no significance to me when I am dead, but of tremendous significance now that I am alive. And of tremendous importance to the people who will promise me my death wishes because if they can supply me with my death wishes when I am dead, then how much more can they supplement me in my life time. And I for one will do the same for them in theirs.
Paul McCartney’s voice playing in the background to the song of “the end” by the beatles
“And in the end The love you take Is equal to the love you make.”
Signing off Norman The Great
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