Mad Max 3: Beyond Thunderdome. Ah, what a movie! Actually, I enjoyed it. Call me a connoisseur.
This week I was reminded of the line that seemed to epitomize this flick. “Dyin’ time’s here.” Thoughts of death sometimes sweep over me. This week I’ve spent an extraordinary amount of time working on the things I want to happen when I die. Morbid? Not really. Practical. Cathartic even. Extremely worthwhile and valuable. Even for now. Pondering one’s death is a grand way to get to what’s important in life. It makes you put everything in a different (hopefully, better) perspective.
I enjoyed another line in the movie. As the combatants enter the Thunderdome, they’re introduced and welcomed by the announcer who says, “I know you won’t break the rules because there aren’t any.”
When it comes to thinking of your death - there are no rules. Take the thoughts of your own death anywhere you’d like. My personal journey (which really began a few years ago) started with making some notes of what I wanted my funeral service to be like. It expanded from there.
Today, I downloaded all my notes onto a thumb drive, along with some letters I wrote. I suspect I’ll have to update it every now and then. At least I hope I’ll be able to do that. I honestly don’t want this to be my final version. I’d like to have a few more decades to work on it.
But, you never know when dying time is here!
