Five things to harass the Dying

thoughts of mortality are understandable especially when one’s on a Greek island like Astypalea (photo from 2010)

Recently, I was handed a German article about five things one should or could say to the dying to help them in their journey to the afterlife.
Never to pass up an opportunity to take the piss, I’ve decided to write my own list. Here are Five things to harass the dying:
  • Remind them what they’ve done or what they did
  • Point out to them that this (their life, their family, everything good and bad that they’ve done) will eventually be forgotten
  • Whatever palliative medicine they’re receiving, take it away and no matter how they beg for it, don’t give it back
  • Invite each of their enemies over (unexpectedly) for one last little chat
  • Make as many references to your plans once the dying person is finally gone

Now, I realise this isn’t the nicest of lists, but I have one very pointed question for those of you who may or may not be offended.

Why are we trying so hard to make things easier for the dying?

Certainly, if they’ve had a good life and made some sort of peace with everyone in it, then the above list will be useless. It won’t touch them. They’re immune from my machinations.

Lucky them.

Please don’t think I’ve done any of these things on my list. I’m actually quite pleasant and caring to the people in my life who’re at death’s door. I learned quite a lot while watching my father slowly die of complications related to his diabetes.

He died six years ago last week, and lately my thoughts’ve been swirling around topics of mortality. It’s actually quite understandable.

So, what’d possess me to make such a heartless list of cruelty like the one above? What’s wrong with me?

Well, I’ve got a simple answer for you in the form of a few questions.

Why? Why should I forgive what’s been done to me? What benefit does it serve?

I know a bit about Buddhism, and I know the tenet that carrying around such bitterness is akin to taking poison. Not only am I aware of this, but I even try to practice forgiveness. And most of the time I’m pretty good at it. Most of the time.

But like an irregular French verb, there are always exceptions. And what to do with those? Aren’t there some things that’re unforgivable? I believe that the jury’s still out on that one.

2 thoughts on “Five things to harass the Dying

  1. I’m sorry about your dad. You know that, though. But I’ll say it again anyway.

    My dad has offered to fill in if you need dad-ing. He offers helpful advice, like “That’s not how I’D do that” and “What the hell is WRONG with you?” a lot, you know, if you ever want those things. It’d be nice to have someone else to shoulder the burden, honestly. My brother and I would appreciate the spotlight being taken off us once and a while.

    I’m a terrible person to ask about things that are unforgivable. I hold onto grudges like heirlooms. I have people I’ve been grudging against since elementary school. Is it productive? No. No, it is not. Is it still something I do, and will continue to do? Well, I don’t see it changing anytime soon. It’s been the law of the land since I was a wee Amy.

    I still hope you can let yours go, though. It doesn’t hurt to wish better for others than I have for myself.

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