“I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work, I want to achieve immortality through not dying.” – Woody Allen
It all began in one of those typical conversations with my lady, where we’re not exactly sure how this crazed topic came up, but we needed to follow it through to the conclusion anyway.
“What, you wouldn’t want to be buried in Chicago?” I asked.
“I figured if anybody you’d want to be buried in Scranton,” she told me, and that’s a reasonable assumption.
I can only assume this came up after spouting a saying I’ve kicked around for some time now, to measure something’s greatness:
“If I die today after (insert great thing here), just take me to the boneyard and put me in the ground. Tell my momma I love her, tell her I did my best.” Saying in essence, my life will be complete after whatever great thing we experience that day – seeing a concert, eating dangerous sushi, meeting Tommy Wiseau, etc. But it did raise the interesting idea of where my dusty old bones should repose for all eternity. I immediately thought Chicago, because honestly, as much as I like Scranton, there ain’t a whole hell of a lot to do there when you’re alive. The afterlife in NEPA must be boring as shit. Continue reading