morose

got caught in a traffic jam on my way to the office..while sitting on the bus and cursing the motorists under my breath, caught sight of a funeral parlor with white coffins on display..seeing those coffins, can't help but think about death..how morbid..not scared of dying--as long as i don't die in a car crash, get murdered, or suffer from cancer with my hair falling off my head and me looking like a corpse..yeah right, am not scared to die..who am i kidding?i think it's scarier to think about any of your loved ones' death or the thought of what will happen to you after you die,where you'll end up (think about reincarnation, the concept of heaven and earth, oh! and the purgatory).i would want to be cremated two days after dying..so no one would notice how many people went to my funeral, i don't think there'll be lots of people who'll go there..sadly,we're being judged on how good you were when you were alive according to the number of people who attend your funeral..I like Mich Albom's concept of heaven in his book The Five People You Meet in Heaven--meeting five people who in one way or another affected your life--and stayingin your own heaven.Haven't read Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy yet, but would want to read it some time (although I'm quite unsure if I won't be bored reading this classic poem).