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Let's leave what happened in the past, in the past, shall we?

Image: Charuca
Design: Sparkling Angel

It just occurred to me that we don’t go to funerals for the dead. We don’t go there to make sure they’re okay because they’re not. We don’t go there to send them off because they’re dead and its not like they’re going anywhere we don’t know.

We go there for ourselves. We cry for ourselves. Because we’ve lost someone we love and because we want to see them for one last time so that we don’t ever forget their face. But maybe its better not to go. Maybe its better to remember them alive and healthy, rather than stare at their pallid pale sleeping face and forever remembering that. Fake makeup, fake everything, embalmed skin.

We go there for their family, to accompany them and bear witness to their loss.
And in a sense, I think we go there because we’re afraid that when we die, no one is going to be there. Though we probably wouldn’t even know it then, but for now, we’re afraid of the unknown that happens after death. So while we’re living, we wish for someone to be there when we’re dead, to face the unknown together. Even though we know that it won’t make much difference at the wake. But for now, we want people there. There is an economic theory for this, about how our wants and needs change when we know different things, I just forgot what it was.

Oh wells.

Love is watching someone die.

and who am i?
thats a secret I'll never tell.
you know you love me.
xoxo