Morbidity Abounds

Death. We all know it's coming. And for many of us, it's coming too soon. I'm somewhat ok with the idea of death (though i'd certainly prefer my passing to be as painless and unannounced as possible). I do have a slight curiousity about what ensues postmortem, but I don't think about it much. I figure I'll cross that bridge once I get to it.

Lately, I've been increasingly concerned about one particular aspect of my death. And, I don't know how to word this without it sounding silly, so here goes. Say I were to die at home, alone. How long would it take before my body was discovered? a day? a week? more? I'd like for that time period (let's call it dead body discovery time) to be as small as possible. You might say to me, "Adrian, you're silly. You wouldn't even care, you'd be dead!". And in fact, you'd be right, I probably will not care. But what if I'm sitting over my body weeping ghost tears once my dead body discovery time exceeds one day? Could you go to sleep at night with that on your conscience? I didn't think so.

At any rate, I think of my dead body discovery time as a reflection of the relationships I had when I was alive. And while I am alive, I don't ever want to be at a point where my dead body discovery time is greater than one day.

So, if you are reading this, and we are in any sort of relationship. Just remember...

if dead body discovery time > 1 day then Adrian's ghost =

but if dead body discovery time < 1 day then Adrian's ghost =

I love breakfast! It's my absolute favorite meal of all time. And since I am talking about death today, I leave you with a song that I wish to be performed during my funeral.