But did you die? Bummer!

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You’ve seen the shirt… but did you die… it’s supposed to be funny… but truly when I see it I always shrug with a little disappointment and say no unfortunately I did not….

Death

I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it. - Mark Twain

Death

The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. - Mark Twain

DEATH

Lisa Rotgrak is the author of a book called Death Warmed Over, a

combination cookbook and sociological study of funeral meals and

rituals. She starts it with the story of a man dying at home in bed.

He could smell the aroma of chocolate chip cookies--his

favorite--baking downstairs. He wanted one more cookie before he

died.

He dragged his body out of bed, rolled down the stairs, crawled into

the kitchen, and reached out a trembling arm to grasp one final

cookie, when he felt the sting of a spatula smack his hand. \"Put

that back,\" his wife said. \"They\'re for the funeral.\"

The rich fool had many cookies, and he thought they were all for him.

\"This is what I\'ll do,\" says the rich fool. \"I will tear down my

barns and build bigger ones, and there I will store all my grain and

my goods.\"

One more barn. One more crop. One more cookie. Then one night out

comes the spatula. \"Whack.\" \"They don\'t belong to you. They\'re

for the funeral.\"

Ask not for whom the spatula whacks. It whacks for thee.

--as reported in John Ortberg’s new book, When the Game Is Over It

All Goes Back in the Box (Zondervan, 2007):

“If it weren’t for death, life would be unbearable.” –Malcolm Muggeridge. We have eternal life to look forward to; if we didn’t, life would be meaningless

No one escapes death…

A driver, who crashed into the side of a 3000-ton wheat train and was dragged in his car more than a kilometer before being slammed into a pylon at the edge of a cliff, fell to his death as he walked for help. The Queensland, Australia man, 63, and his female companion, 64, were driving along the Newell Highway near Moree, in Northwestern New South Wales, on Wednesday night, police said. Their car crashed into the side of a fully laden, 600-meter long train at a level crossing. (I guess that would be harder to miss than the side of a barn!) The vehicle became wedged between the second last and last carriages and was dragged sideways beside the track as the train continued towards
Moree, a police spokeswoman said. After being carried more than a kilometer and a half they approached an unfenced bridge with a 10-meter drop, the spokeswoman said. Moments before they reached the precipice, the car was struck by a pylon, dislodged from the train and spun several times. When it came to rest, the pair managed to free themselves from the wreck (I wonder if it was a Volvo?) with minor bruising and the man set off along the railway line for help. But he slipped on the bridge and fell to his death, the spokeswoman said. The woman was eventually able to raise the alarm and was recovering in Moree hospital with chest injuries.

Are you ready to die… I am, I can’t wait…

Jim Elliot (slain missionary) "When the time comes to die, make sure that all you have to do is die!"