Philosophy and Funerals

As my birthday count gets closer to the three-digit category I’m starting to recognize more names in that section of the paper toward the back.  

 

As of late I’ve attended a plethora of funeral and perused numerous obituaries of folks in my age group.

 

All of this has given rise to thoughts of my own departure from this planet and how my obituary will read.

 

I can only imagine it will be nothing more than a blank page with two dated separated by a dash and a small footnote than reads.

 

“He came into the vineyard at the very last hour of the day in the hope of receiving an undeserved reward…even though he had no grape picking shills.”