Suffer Your Way Off This Earth
When
one of Vas. Vas. Rozanov’s brothers died suddenly in his sleep, a female
relative was horrified, not because he had not been shriven and received last
rites from the church, but because he had not suffered. “How hideous that is,
to die without having agonized your way into the other world, without having
expiated your sins in pain, without having suffered!”
Rozanov, A
Dark Visage
Old Irish Prayer
Dear
Lord, please send me a quick and painless death.
Nope.
Sorry, homosapien. You want to die right with the Lord, you got to agonize your
way into Death, and the more lengthy and drawn-out the suffering is, the better
the Lord feels about it.
To
follow this logic to its conclusion, we can justify the existence of nursing
homes. These way stations to Death, havens for the useless and superannuated,
allow for the proper agonizing and suffering that is a prerequisite for
entering the Other World.
[excerpted from the book by U.R. Bowie: Here We Be. Where Be We?]
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