When I die, I won’t be checking the news any more. Because I’m still alive, I recently read this news story stating “Some studies suggest our minds still work after we die. Meaning, when we die…we know we are dead.”
I know that’s a coincidence, because I recently had a we-died-laughing conversation about when we die. I said:
- My body could be stuffed and placed in my usual chair in the group room and
- The groups would probably still do great work with a facilitator who doesn’t say anything.
I know I haven’t died, yet, because I’m still taking pictures with my iPhone.
Isn’t that flounder dish to die for? I’m not trying to impress you, but I have the perfect song for today’s blog post.
I’m dying for some comments, here and now.
Undying thanks to all who helped me create today’s blog post and — of course! — to all my living readers.