happy meal. happy thoughts

For a good half hour last night, bordered between the indoor kids park and the drive through, we sat on our bikes and talked about death. I think it probably started with near-death experiences of the snowboarder, neck-breaking variety and then kind of took off from there. The unnecessary costs of caskets and the absurdity of renting a space in the old marble wall. The strange feel of a cold, exposed body. (Tigger, I haven't forgotten) Living wills and the legality of having your ashes spread on land or at sea. All very grim stuff for a bunch of young thirty somethings. It kind of made me feel a little bit better about everything, oddly enough. Like getting to celebrate life all over again without the fuss of an untimely funeral.