Ok. I need to rewrite this thing. I make, let’s see, yes, and income from lands, hmm. Maybe about $450,000 a year. Debts. Well, what are debts? I’ll be dead. Come and get me. So.
I William Shakespeare being of sound mind. Why do they always start this way. If I were not of sound mind I’d be unable to write this. Most likely. Or I would think myself immortal so what use is a Will? Well in the name of god amen I have to include everybody, especially her, so they tell me. Posterity to consider. Mustn’t seem ungenerous or mean. Fine. So in perfect health and memory god be praised yada yada. I commend my soul into the hands of etcetera. Stick my body in the ground and cover it well. Feed me to the worms and the rats. Eat up boys, here’s a fat one. Get them drunk on the spirits in my belly, my spirit will be drinking in life everlasting.… More
We die. This truth is inevitable and certain, and although presumed distant when we are young, and even when we are not young, we all know it will happen to ourselves one day. Maybe soon. But when? And then what? What if anything might be next? Nobody knows that, so don’t look at me. Mors Certa, Hora Incerta, (death is certain, the hour uncertain) — this is a great mystery of life. We cannot know when we will die; we can only know that it will happen.
So there are anti-aging cosmetics, botox, surgery, self-care regimens to stave off the mark of age from our bodies, and late turns to religion for the security of our souls. But part of the great mystery of this prospect is that while the whenever-it-will-be end approaches, and often more quickly than we would wish, we cannot use reason or logic or any other conceptual tool in order to know what will happen to us after we die, or even to know if there is anything at all after life.… More