“Nice ship you have there. Real shame if anything happened to it. You know what happens on ships? Fires. Fires happen on ships. Shame if it happened here.”
(Personally, I’m thinking small thermonuclear device. Detonated in the upper atmosphere, at the threshold of space. At just the right point within the Earth’s magnetic field lines to make for some neat aurora effects.)
Reminds me of a Tom Robbins story, “rode a hot air balloon to the sun.”
I think mine would be less flashy than the explosions, though. Probably more like, “dissolved into a puddle of pure spring water and flowed x miles to the sea, reunited at last.”
absolutely one of my favorites! Another Roadside Attraction is Robbins at his finest!
my obit will just read “gone fishing” and my ashes to rest in Neptune’s Necropolis off of Key Biscayne.
An old college friend and I have a jokey deal: whoever dies first will have some of her ashes sent to the other, preferably in a Crown Royal bag with a little silver spoon attached (‘cuz we’re classy like that).
The survivor will wear it on her belt, and whenever witnessing public assholery, will flick a spoonful of the ashes on the buffoons, ideally with some kind of catch-phrase. Thus we get to scold from the great beyond.
I like your idea, too, though.
Good idea! Tweaking the end-of-the-line/going out with a bang party plans, dress rehearsal gone horribly wrong… Bystanders report the remains were consumed by a mysterious clowder of cats that emerged from the smoke and vanished as soon as it cleared.
[Hollywood, Bollywood, and Nollywood writers read article, and begin making notes for next disaster flick…]
“Elephants - this time they’re not after peanuts!”
You do not want to anger a single elephant let alone a herd.
As an aside I thought that was one really good thing about the modern version of the Jungle Book: the elephants were treated like Deus ex Machina, or as the gods treat Titans. They were beings from a different sphere to all the messing around of animals and people.
Hey, if chefs can get away with charging high prices for gourmet meals with portions that maximize the use of white space on every plate, I can’t find fault with this artist. Personally, I’ve been resisting the urge to weave clothes that coordinate with MAGA hats on my imaginary loom - and sell them online - since 2016.
however, Mother Nature is the harshest critic. it has been noted that nature abhors a vacuum
Specially inside the artist´s pocket…