a conversation about death

If you know me, you know that the thought of death terrifies me. Not because I’m scared of the actual act of dying. Not because I don’t know what happens after you die. And not because I deconstructed and don’t believe in hell anymore and wouldn’t it be just like a vengeful God to send me there out of spite?

Oh gosh, this was really rude of me to just spring this on you at 7:00am on a Monday morning. My apologies. Forgive me. HAPPY MONDAY! How’s everyone doing? Good?

Okay, back to death.