One of the reasons I love Paul :-)

So I confess to him that I'm now hooked on a really awful show.  I admit that it's hokey, overdone, ridiculous... and I find it entertaining and touching.  I ask him to watch the pilot with me (online).

He:

1. Agrees to do so and clears the time
2. Follows through and watches the whole thing at the scheduled time
3. Agrees that it's hokey, overdone, ridiculous, entertaining and touching
4. Admits that he can't wait to watch more of it with me

Yes, I already know he's my best friend.  But that little reminder of it made me smile!

What if I died tomorrow?

That seems to be the popular question when someone says they're putting off something they want.  And it was certainly a good enough reason for me to eat ice cream before dinner tonight.  Hey, who am I do buck popular wisdom?
But, okay, let's look at it.  What if I died tomorrow without eating that ice cream or whatever.

If there's no afterlife, I'm not going to care much about the ice cream or anything else.

If there's a heaven, and I end up there, do I really think that I'm going to be stressing out over the ice cream?  I mean, if heaven can't offer something better than ice cream I don't see any point in going.

If I end up in hell, I'm thinking I'll have other things to worry about than that ice cream.

If there's some form of reincarnation, I'll have some when I come back again.  I'll make a point of it.

I mean it *sounds* like a good question, but once you actually think it through it doesn't make much sense.  Unless you start talking about what those you leave behind are going to think and do if you disappear...

I mean, if I died tomorrow someone is going to find that pile of mending in the bottom of my laundry basket that's been there since I was several sizes smaller.  Stuff I'm never going to be able to wear again.  But what do I do with it?  I can't donate it until I mend it, and if I wasn't willing to mend it so *I* could wear it, do I really expect to mend it for someone else?  And it's little stuff: a missing button, a broken belt loop... heck, I think one of those things is just waiting to be ironed.  Things that only take a moment.  But I don't ever seem to have a moment.  Yeah, I've got time to sit here and muse, and time to play with the Wii, and I've had time for a marriage and a divorce and an engagement and stuff like that.  But I swear I haven't had 5 minutes to sew that button on!  And if I die, someone else is going to be faced with that same stupid question about those same stupid clothes. *That* is a concern to keep me awake at night!

So, okay, now I'm back to the original question.  What if I died tomorrow?  And somehow the question seems more worth answering now.

So I have an answer.  I'm going to go have more ice cream.