ENDGAME

A recent insight into what my final moments may actually be like was a stark reminder that this illness; its terminality is very much a real, inescapable outcome that I must fully come to terms with at some point in the not too distant future.

It was mid November and I caught a cold that began as a sneezey snot fest and within a couple of weeks developed into pneumonia and an urgency to be admitted to hospital.  It was in those hours before my admission that my breathing became increasingly shallow, and while I was mostly sure I would get through it, there was an unshakeable thought rattling around inside that was the ponderance of the possibility that this may indeed be 'it'.  Not too long after my arrival at the hospital the doctor asked whether I would like to be resuscitated should things go to shit.  That did little to settle my nerves.

During those hours I experienced some fear of that Great Unknown, and not a little frustration because I've still got shit to do (i.e. whatever is still on my Bucket List, find a permanent home for my paintings that's not a landfill site or a skip etc.) but I also began to think of all the preparation I need to be getting on with for when the game finally ends and I take my final bow.  What popped into my mind was that I needed to get all my ducks in a row.

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It's all very well thinking about, planning and ticking-off items on my Bucket List, but I also have to think about my financial affairs, my will, what happens to my paintings and the few (mostly sentimental) possessions I have cobbled together over the years?  What to do about my digital online life?  Do I understand NFTs enough for my family to make a couple of quid?  What about my funeral?  And my wake?  How will I arrange a plethora of pretty ladies to feign inconsolable distress at my passing?  

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And so, yes, there's a whole lot to think about.  And of all these things, the Corpse Party is quite the biggie.

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I'm pretty sure I want to be buried rather than incinerated.  In part, because cremation is not that eco-friendly, but is also only fair that since nature has provided me with all the wine and cheeseburgers that have given me these fifty-ish years of life, it is only right that I return the favour by presenting my rotting corpse to the earth for the worms and maggots to munch upon.  Besides, some time ago I learned of a company called Crazy Coffins and could not possibly find anything more suitable than this: 

Given the choice, I would quite like my remains to fired into space.  

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Or this, perhaps?

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I'm pretty sure I want to be buried rather than incinerated.  In part, because cremation is not that eco-friendly, but is also only fair that since nature has provided me with all the wine and cheeseburgers that have given me these fifty-ish years of life, it is only right that I return the favour by presenting my rotting corpse to the earth for the worms and maggots to munch upon.  Besides, some time ago I learned of a company called Crazy Coffins and could not possibly find anything more suitable than this: 

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