YOU GO FIRST!

Man I'm bummed. I just figured out that if my wonderful granddaughter gets married in her thirties I'll be a youngster of only seventy-eight. In other words I'll most likely be dead. I've been fairly lucky most of my life. I've been able to avoid alot of bad stuff. Got out of a bad car accident long ago with no seat belts and no injuries. Except for throwing up I just walked away from that one. When I came of age the draft for the military just ended. Much like today if you where in the armed forces your ass went to war. Vietnam at that time. Most of the guys my age were worried about learning a foreign language if they had to run to Canada to get out of the draft. "What language they speak up there?" We were not the brightest bulbs in the pack. Right now I'm over-weight and over forty, but my cholesterol level is below normal and my sugar count is right were it should be. That didn't happen because I eat a lot of vegetables. Unless you count french fries.
So far so good. But man I can't figure out anyway to get out of this death thing. It is going to happen. This great unknown is eating me up right now. Why me? Why not the screwed up teenagers across the street? Oh yeah it'll get them too. But damn I'll probably be gone when Mr. Dark Cloak and Sickle comes to get them. I don't mean to sound selfish but I think I should be allowed to live at least a couple hundred years. Death just ain't for me. The rest of you do it and I'll stay right here.
So many people have died and none of them have come back to tell us how great it is. Jesus doesn't count because he came back to show us that he can come back and we can't. Kind of a look what I can do thing. Now you see him, now you don't. But what about my neighbor? The one who showed me how to gap my lawnmower spark plug. If he has eternity now can't he spare a minute or two to come back and tell me how nice it is? What if he didn't come back because he can't. And he can't because when you die all that awaits you is nothingness. Then if it's nothingness why should I care. I won't know it, right. Or will I??? And what about this whole casket thing. Man I freak if my little blankie covers my face in the middle of the night. The thought of being in a very cramped box with no light and no air for eternity does not make me a happy camper. But I'm dead, I won't feel it. Or will I???
Man I could go on like this for hours but I'm dead tired. Besides all this depressing stuff is starting to make me feel like killing myself.