Wait a doggone minute!! A somewhat macabre thought just hit my overactive and somewhat warped imagination. What if, toward the end of my life (assuming I had some warning), I scheduled a series of blogs to appear after I was dead. Wouldn't that be a hoot?!
1. Scheduled to run the day after the funeral: " I’m really enjoying reading the blogs of all the people I’ve been following and sorry I can’t make comments any more but my fingers seem to pass through the keys when I try to type. But I’ve appreciated all the wonderful things people have said about me on my unfortunate passing. I wish they had all be true. You might be interested to know that I was actually given the option by the intake angels to view my funeral. Many people, they say, don’t take that option because they are either bothered by seeing loved ones cry or unwilling to listen to what people might be saying in the back rows.
2. To be scheduled a week later: "Bagman,
3. A little later: "Well, here we are, at last, at the Pearly Gates, although they are neither pearl-like nor actual gates. It is hard to explain this if you’ve never seen it because it’s not so much a thing. It’s more like a kind of mashed potato like confluence of mathematical equations and music as it might be perceived through the sense of smell. I told you it was hard to explain. I’m beginning to understand that the use of words has not been an asset to the human race and, in fact, has been part of its downfall.
4. A few months later: "Sorry I haven’t posted a blog in the last couple of days. But we’re now next in line! We’ve worked out our strategy.
5. Scheduled for anniversary date of funeral: "We made it! And in a most miraculous way! It turns out that St. Peter took an immediate shine to Bagman. In this case, shine is a good word because everything got really shiny, like a rainbow seen through a kaleidoscope. The interview wasn’t a question and answer session at all but much more like a whirlwind of feelings flying around each other – grief, love, humor, rage, desire, depression, elation – moving in and out of each other like colors combining to form white. It turned out that