My tomb stone is going to read;
Here lies Miles Kubheka
Google me bitches!
When you go to a black person’s funeral they give you an obituary printed on this photocopied paper that often has praying hands on the cover. Come to think of it I have never been to a white persons funeral.
I am getting side tracked… Is it me or are these obituaries getting shorter these days?! They basically read; born, went to primary school, died and is survived by 4 kids. Like why have this obituary thing in the first place if it’s going to be a waste of paper? The truly sad part though is the wasted life. You lived so many years and they couldn’t fill an A5 piece of paper? That shit is deeper than the hole you are about to spend the rest of your “life” in.
My greatest fear is to look up from below my tombstone and regret all the the things that I didn’t do. I am certain that it is a form of purgatory. Hell, would be having had lived someone else’s life. How much of your life is driven by what others think. You want to start a business or quit your job, get out of an unhappy marriage, live within your means, but you are so worried about what people will think. Guess what, you are living someone else’s life. Life it turns out is not a dress rehearsal, you don’t get to come back and do it all over again, so why waste your ONLY life by not living it.
There are 107 billion people who have walked on earth, the first 100 billion didn’t get to write their own history. Go on and Google yourself…does your digital obituary say born and died? Today with the internet you can write Yourstory…see what I did there
Ps: business opportunity for a YouTube based obituaries; record your obituary whilst alive.
It could be called www.Yourstory.liv
Who better to tell your story than you anyways?
Pps; business idea make graves shallower and put seeds in coffins. This is compost that could be put to good use. We can covert cemeteries to botanical gardens and even better vegetable gardens. Cemeteries are such a waste of space in more ways than one. If I find the idiot who decided that we needed a concrete jungle even after we’re dead, I will give him a waram klap stru sgodmavra nyamawu