Okay, this one’s about dying. Don’t make that box bigger or read any further if you don’t want to deal with that right now.
That last panel wasn’t meant to be so violent looking. I don’t think my dad killed himself. Maybe, but no one told me about it if he did.
Warning: I’m gonna ramble about death here.
People dying is that one thing we’re all going to have to deal with, unless you don’t care about ANYONE or you kick off first. Unless it’s happening to someone you just don’t care about or someone you severely hate, or you really just have no emotions, it’s going to be a kick in the gut, and you’re not going to be able to get over it, no matter what your beliefs. Even if you think you’ll see someone in heaven, you’re going to have to go through this life without her or him, and that could be quite a while.
Death is part of life and the way the universe works. Everything dies. Everything is slowing, undergoing entropy, spinning slower and slower, and all names that we know to be important will be lost to the passage of time. If you really want to get into it, on a galactic scale, we’re nothing, on a universal scale, our entire planet wouldn’t register. We’re not even a blip on the scale of time and space, unless you measure from the beginning of our lives to the end.
I like to think that the first law of thermodynamics applies to our own deaths on this planet, that our energy doesn’t simply disappear. This doesn’t mean that we go to heaven or hell or that we’re reincarnated as something else, but the star stuff that we’re made of doesn’t fade into nothing, it keeps going. Whether or not you want to believe that your soul or whatever will keep going on, there’s something beautiful about our remains going on to benefit another living thing, probably mold or any of the detrivores that make new fertile soil, and that will go on to grow new plants, which will be consumed by some other creature, which will work its way as far up as it can before it goes back to the soil. That’s why i’d rather be buried straight, no box, or if there is a box, just a cardboard box that will deteriorate quickly and allow whatever’s left to be broken down so that it benefits the rest of life.
Of course, there’s the much less comforting idea of all life on Earth being exterminated by SOMETHING INCREDIBLY STUPID THAT WE SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF IN ADVANCE, or something less stupid that should’ve been researched and avoided, but that’s something to talk about some other time.