Our Last Twelve Hours Alive
FreiFem2011Have you heard? Moshiach is coming tomorrow! Or something like that… I passed a car today emblazoned with stickers pronouncing the inevitability of this fact. “Noah was warned…” one cautioned. Indeed.
I wonder how the thousands of people who believe this narashkiet are spending their last hours on earth…
If I got a personal message from god promising the apocalypse, I’d spend my remaining time on this planet frantically dialing my therapist, begging for a tub of Thorazine.
That said, if I knew death was coming in twelve hours, I’d like to enjoy my last hours at a delicious dinner party (menu: watermelon, white cake, rice with ketchup, burritos, cherries, salmon sushi) with the people I love and care for, exchanging our secret shames and prides and joys, exposing that which the lengthiness of life causes us to dole out slowly (if at all), and then, my last hours, in the arms of the man I love, exchanging everything we already know, which are the sweetest things between lovers, the words and touch and admissions which are so familiar, and so beloved.
What would you do if you had twelve hours left to live?
3 Responses
Rice with ketchup, Really?
If I knew the world was going to end in 12 hours I would order all the items on the menu that have trans fat that I never ordered and I would sign up for all these free trials that automatically bill you when the trial is over.
I’d tell my wife “We’re taking the day off.” Call a few friends to say goodbye and drive up to spend the last few hours with my parents.
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