I wont be dying... Nope not me. I'm going to Croak.
Let me say that one more time clearly... I will Croak.
My grandfather always used that term. It was just somehow quicker off his tongue., came out easier. Part of it also was a casual... "Heck, its gonna happen anyways" type of honesty.
For me it has meant that but also much more. What is the "more" for me? Well, in a nutshell it is kinda that it tells death, with all his formality, a big "[censored] YOU!" Newsflash Mr. Grim Reaper... You did not really end anything that earthshakingly majestic or immense here Sir.
Also, "croaking" is a way to irreverently tell others to just deal with it. I'm not dead... I croaked. I got ripped off and lets not talk about it in an other manner.
As a matter of fact, i want it written that way in the obit. He [censored] croaked. Big deal. Everybody move on, because you're going to do exactly THAT before I'm even in the ground. You'll miss me but you'll mumble about taking the Saturday to show up at the funeral when you have a sink to fix and some dead shrubs you need to pull. Some guy in his twenties will be firing off texts to his girlfriend under the impression the HE will be immortal. The little kids with the misfortune of being drug allong will be bored beyond belief and of course, hungry. My boss will hang up the phone and say, oh [censored], we have to get somebody to fill that spot." And they guy who takes my place and who has never met me will do the job just about as good anyways. My wife will still not fully understand how very many copies of the death certificate that she'll have to sling around just to get the credit card to stop sending an updated card in my name every two years.
You know what, i want to be comfortable.... So if you dont burn me to ashes, at least put a tshirt and some jeans on me. And for goodness sake, dont spend a fortune on a box for my corpse. I drove a darn Corolla, why put me in a Cadillac casket!?! Get me in the ground by noon, get everyone fed, go mow the lawn.... Done.
So in the end, I CROAKED. You took a few inconvenient minutes to come stare at the pasty looking body... And the whole world moved on the moment I dropped anyways.
Please don't take this a meaning that I dont think that I/you/we "matter". Sure, we matter. We matter as long as we get the job done, as long as we pay the bills, as long as we can provide for those who await our income. Face it, beyond that, i am not THAT important and thus .. I dont 'pass', i dont 'go home', i dont die.... I croak.
Let me say that one more time clearly... I will Croak.
My grandfather always used that term. It was just somehow quicker off his tongue., came out easier. Part of it also was a casual... "Heck, its gonna happen anyways" type of honesty.
For me it has meant that but also much more. What is the "more" for me? Well, in a nutshell it is kinda that it tells death, with all his formality, a big "[censored] YOU!" Newsflash Mr. Grim Reaper... You did not really end anything that earthshakingly majestic or immense here Sir.
Also, "croaking" is a way to irreverently tell others to just deal with it. I'm not dead... I croaked. I got ripped off and lets not talk about it in an other manner.
As a matter of fact, i want it written that way in the obit. He [censored] croaked. Big deal. Everybody move on, because you're going to do exactly THAT before I'm even in the ground. You'll miss me but you'll mumble about taking the Saturday to show up at the funeral when you have a sink to fix and some dead shrubs you need to pull. Some guy in his twenties will be firing off texts to his girlfriend under the impression the HE will be immortal. The little kids with the misfortune of being drug allong will be bored beyond belief and of course, hungry. My boss will hang up the phone and say, oh [censored], we have to get somebody to fill that spot." And they guy who takes my place and who has never met me will do the job just about as good anyways. My wife will still not fully understand how very many copies of the death certificate that she'll have to sling around just to get the credit card to stop sending an updated card in my name every two years.
You know what, i want to be comfortable.... So if you dont burn me to ashes, at least put a tshirt and some jeans on me. And for goodness sake, dont spend a fortune on a box for my corpse. I drove a darn Corolla, why put me in a Cadillac casket!?! Get me in the ground by noon, get everyone fed, go mow the lawn.... Done.
So in the end, I CROAKED. You took a few inconvenient minutes to come stare at the pasty looking body... And the whole world moved on the moment I dropped anyways.
Please don't take this a meaning that I dont think that I/you/we "matter". Sure, we matter. We matter as long as we get the job done, as long as we pay the bills, as long as we can provide for those who await our income. Face it, beyond that, i am not THAT important and thus .. I dont 'pass', i dont 'go home', i dont die.... I croak.