For those of you out of the loop, former ABBA (Swedish pop group) drummer Ola Brunkert is dead. You can read about it here.
Brunkert died in a freak accident (seriously, go read the story, it's messed up). Anyway, tonight while he was trying to eat his dinner, the Limemonkey got a call from his lady (who is in Chicago at this hour). Apparently today she and her father had a serious heart-to-heart about death and dying.
Death both scares and soothes me. The thought of no longer "existing" freaks me out and comforts me.
I'm not a religious monkey...for me, death is cold oblivion. Kinda scary when you think about it? But how scary is that? Does it hurt/feel bad when you fall asleep (and don't dream)?
"No" says the Limemonkey. "That feels good actually, it's a release."
I'd like to think it's all "Strike me down, and I shall become more powerful than you can imagine..." But honestly, I think death is just a nap you never wake up from.
"Don't Fear the Reaper" Blue Oyster Cult once told us, and I try not too--but depending on my mood...I do fear him. Death is a natural fact of life, and yet it's very foreign to me. I've only known a handful of dead people (that's a statement which is weird no matter how you slice it). I really hope I'm wrong, and that their is a heaven (and, I guess a hell...though that would suck, cos if there is I am SO GOING), but I just don't think it's that complicated.
Maybe that's why I want to write--so I can leave something lasting behind. But even that doesn't last "forever" does it?
Anyway, the drummer from ABBA knows all the answers...one way or the other. He's a lucky guy in some ways (and not so lucky in others...seriously, go read the article...it's fucked up).
I don't have a Martin Riggs craving for death, but I'm trying really hard not to fear the Reaper. One day, all this will be a moot point (Momma, put my guns in the ground).