ON THE IMPROBABILITY OF MY EXISTENCE
Yes, well death, of course, or perhaps Death, or even D-E-A-T-H, is a subject close to my heart, I being one of those people who generally feel that life is not quite worth the trouble, not quite the full two bob, and occasionally I have envied my elder brother who had the good fortune to be strangled by his own umbilical cord, or so Im told. But why so gloomy, old chap, I hear you saying, after all you havent got long to go. Indeed sir, indeed I have not. And that leads me to ponder my funeral arrangements. Increasingly in the modern world, funerals are likely to be conducted by the deceased. Ah yes, and so I imagine friends and relatives gathering and taking their places (with the absence of my daughter, who has given me advance notice that she will be far too busy to bother with such mediaeval nonsense), their emotions worked on by solemn, sonorious music shot through with hints of passion and uplift composed by myself, of course and then, after a trailing, floating chord, there suddenly appears on the large monitor screen the face of the dead man, myself, to deliver my taped valediction. In it I shall remind those in my captive audience of the transience of life, impressing upon them their own mortality, something along the lines of You who still breathe the air and feel the sunlight upon your faces, remember that none of you knows that he will see tomorrow, and the time is brief before you find the oblivion in which I now rest... What a pity one cannot be there to see it, though I believe there have been those curious enough to arrange even that, faking their deaths and attending the subsequent ceremony. Maybe that is a better arrangement? Paying ones respects to the soon-to-be-deceased, rather than to one just gone? I do feel that the undignified and bizarre part of the proceeding is holding it in the presence of the corpse. Its a bit like holding a public ceremony over the disposal of ones dung.
copyright 2000, Barrington J. Bayley
previously published in "Arrows of Desire"