Life, Death and the whole comical process

I see death. Not like “I see dead people” in a dramatic cinematic type of way. But I see death, I know death, I encounter death head on a very frequent basis. And due to the requirements of my job I encounter death with a detached, effectively functional attitude. Granted, the deaths I encounter are never my own - I have gained a respect for life through my constant exposure to the finality of death.

Some people find it offensive when a group of people find it necessary to essentially use “comic relief” to make a situation bearable. Is death comical? Sometimes, it really is. The grieving process, the concept of no longer having your loved one, the aftermath is never comical - these are serious processes which should be treated with nothing but empathy and respect. But sometimes, the process of dying has a humor to it. Sometimes the dying person is more than aware of the humor and depending on their life and their comfort with their own finality, they may be aware of this. I hope that’s me. I hope when my time comes I can go out with a smile, a laugh. I hope my last moments on this earth can be spent giving those I love the most one last smile, a laugh, a pointed, meaningful and amusing remark or quote to remember me by. I want to go out laughing and I want those around me to forget the traditional funeral and grieving processes. I want those closest to me to go out, drink, remember embarrassing moments with me - the good times, the bad - and laugh. And of course, drink one for me. After all, my life has thus far been a tragic comedy of sorts.

Hopefully my ultimate demise can be the same.