You're dead...what now?

Bring up the house lights and let’s talk about death. Now that’s a barn burner…we all have that in common. You, her, them…we all die. Dead, dead,dead! Dead fuckin’ dead.
Now let’s say you wake up one day and find out definitively you were goin’ to die in one year, give or take, but you definitely were goin’ to sell the Buick. How you spend the next 365 (or there abouts)? Would you wake up each day just markin’ off the days until you are suckin’ dirt or would you just do the things you felt needed to be done before you were hangin’ on the beach on the river Styx?
Seriously, you have 12 months left…those days are now the only days that matter because you know that when they are gone so are you. How do you fill those days?
It’s not your death; it’s the days leading up to it after you know your ticket is punched…or is it the days that follow your demise?
Confused? Yea, me too. How the fuck do you know? Which is more important the days that are allotted to you leading up to your death or the days you are granted you following your allotted expiration date? What if you came to the date in which you were supposed to die and didn’t? Wouldn’t all those days be the most cherished days of your life?
Well…drum roll please…we all might die tomorrow or we might have averted our death yesterday…how do you know. So aren’t we living those cherished days right now? Think about it. You may have had a near death experience just a few hours ago and didn’t even know it. It’s kind of liberating ain’t it?
You can basically do whatever you want now because technically you’re already supposed to be dead. It’s all gravy from here on out, you can do what you want because you hit the lottery, you are still upright and breathing.
This is the thoughts that go through my head when I hear about someone punchin’ their own ticket and have thought about when I thought about punchin’ mine.They also come to mind right after I get hit by, well let’s see, a bus or a Peterbilt or whatever. You have to ride it out because you never really know what comes after that moment when it all fades to black.
In a metaphysical sense you don’t know what is going to happen to your ‘soul’, that thing that makes you who you are without the cumbersome physical makeup that is just a container to carry the other part around in. I don’t even know if there is such a thing but I find it hard to believe that everything that makes us who we are is reliant on a physical entity…but I’m not stupid enough to put a hollow point in my head to find out. I have thought about it and almost carried it out in some of my ‘darker” days but I didn’t follow through because of this train of thought.
This is something to consider in those moments that bring us to the thinking,”…it would just be easier if…”, maybe it’s not easier, maybe the answer lives just a few seconds after…if you ain’t dead! All this has gone through my head over and over. The questions are the things that keep me going.
Ride it out until the end and don’t quit when the going gets tough. The answers that plague you might just be a few seconds away from being answered. Don’t be in a rush to jump to the end of the book…you’ll get there and then…it’s over! “GTP”