Fad of Life

Avatar Author: Copernicus I may have misunderstood life at first but I am starting to get the hang of it now. Or is it hanged? Or is it hung. Oh ***insert appropriate deity here** Read Bio

“It’s just a fad,” I whispered. For some reason my voice resonates when I am in church.

“What is,” queried the woman looking confused and teary.


“Life is not a fad,” her hackles snapped into action.

“Yes. Yes it is. It comes and goes. It comes and goes aaaaaalllllll the time, just like flares and yo-yos,” I concluded turning my attention to the pulpit-bound priest perched above the coffin like a vulture.

“Beverly was a friend of mine, how DARE you say that? Are you mad?

“No I’m death. I just stopped by to grab you before I went home.”

A scream, a body lurched to the ground, the funeral ground to a halt, the priest looked shocked but not all that disappointed.

“You could have broken that to me a lot better don’t you think,” the lady’s ethereal voice trailed behind me as we headed for the exit.

“I know, I should stop doing that but when you deal with as many dead people as I do, you have to try and keep your job interesting,” I said, “but don’t you agree?”


“Life, it’s just a fad.”

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  1. Avatar John Perkins

    I think it would have been much funnier had he not actually been death.

  2. Avatar Copernicus

    I was torn about whether to introduce death or keep the conversation between mourners. Not entirely sure it works as is, I might try a re-write. Thanks for your post

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