This isn't an irony but I see it as a cursed part of a human point of perspective.
From the very first breath of mine till now, and without battling an eye or the lid, I can easily vouch and say, I've attend more funerals then weddings in my life time. This thing I just coughed up could mean many things.
One. Either my buddies or people I know are departing faster than I can type this or many of my (again) friends / buddies aren't getting married.
Two. I may not be viewed as a good omen to weddings. Maybe a blessing to funerals. What a lame rascal I must be. The part that is rather encapsulating with fear within me is that I'm constantly being reminded that my end is near.
Am not gonna contemplate on the above three or maybe more reasons, but looking at my medical bills, there is a sure tell-tale sign that the drum-beat to the end is nearer that it was a year ago.
Reflecting back, I feel uncomfortable and at times miserable when I get "invitation" to funerals more than to weddings. Who wouldn't?
The other day over lunch, meeting up with old friends, I asked, if this was a good or bad sign. Many stood gaping at me and one, I could swear, had the word, '"You are sick" written all over her face.
I mean no harm to the dead. What else can I do to the dead anyway?
Oh! dear me, am still thinking why??
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