“I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” says the busy-body. And sleep you shall, my friend! You’ll sleep away eternity as worms feast upon your brain, time feasts upon your memory, and the totality of existence feasts upon not really giving all that much of a shit about you.
“How are things?”
“Good! Busy!”
“Busy is good,” they say, the shadow of inexorable death lurking over their shoulders, rubbing an hour glass like a pervert in the parking lot of a gymnastics studio rubs his erection.
“Yes, busy is good!”
Busy trading minutes, hours, days, years of their lives for paychecks and half-conceived goals. Busy aiming, busy ignoring. A five year plan hangs on their wall, looking an awful lot like an hour glass, and none of their goals read “reconcile death, discover internal peace.”
The soul is eternal, yes, because nothingness is eternal. Your soul is nothingness, your identifying trait, your core essence, the pitch black emptiness from which you were spawned, to which you will return, which lives within you even now. Waiting. Anyway, this was a comic about a couple of guys who forgot where a body was at a funeral. Hope you enjoyed!
T
The open casket is the dead’s last attempt kill the life of the room. Close the lid, buzz kill! Nobody is mingling and there’s a tray of cold cuts just SITTING THERE!
A “Wake?” To me it looks a lot like he’s asleep…
Tony is so 1000 BC
“Meaningless! Meaningless!”
says the Teacher.
“Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless.”
Anyway, this was a comic about a couple of guys who forgot where a body was at a funeral.
Eh, I’m going less for “Reconcile with death,” and more “Punch death in its face, steal its cloak and ride it around like a pony.”
Or ride a bike, tell him to eat a vegetable, then hit him with his own hand.
*reads the texts, power goes off. Looks at his reflection in the black screen* My dear god, he is right! I just sit here all day, consumed in pointless webcomics, desperate for entertainment, just hoping the day ends soon. Look at that blank expression, is this how I’ve been looking this whole time? Is this what my existance has degraded into? *power comes back on* Uuu, time to fap
The hover text makes me imagine that the coffin has wheels on it and they just push it down a hill and jump on.