The radio is playing all the usual // and what's a wonderwall anyway?

Contrary to those wild rumors at the root of my inactivity, I am in fact alive and well. Or at least one of those two. The world has been spinning very fast lately, I'm just trying to hold on for dear life at this moment.

A few days ago my Great Uncle passed away. The moments before public viewing at the wake was quite bizarre. The chapter (correct nomenclature?) of his Elk's Club led us in a well-practiced tribute (to the point of being a 'production') that slightly left you with the impression that there was some hidden cult activity in his younger days. The viewing was alright, pictures older than myself of the man that I didn't recognize lying in the casket. Eating cauliflower in the funeral home kitchen with my brothers, I exclaimed to their agreeing ears that if I live 83 years I want my death to be a celebration of my life rather than grief that it ended, to the point of having a huge rigor mortis smile as I lie in the box . I mean if I make it that long, I see no reason for a single tear outside of laughs at those "good old naughty days".

Sort of like how in Mexico they celebrate 'El dia de los muertos' and camp out in graveyards for a grand fiesta (Mmmm... painted sugar skulls). Sometimes I feel like people don't celebrate death/religion as much as they mourn it. If someone lives a long and full life I say "a toast!..."