If you are reading this right now, that means that I’m already dead.
How did I die, you may ask.
Perhaps it was a whitewater rafting accident where I drowned trying to save a newborn baby who had fallen overboard as we shot over the rapids.
Perhaps I was crushed in a slow moving wave of molasses such as the one that struck during The Great Boston Molasses Tragedy of 1919 when an enormous molasses storage tank burst and molasses rushed through the streets at an estimated 35 mph, killing 21 and injuring 150.
Perhaps I met my fate one afternoon when I threw myself through a window trying to illustrate that the glass is unbreakable (but to my credit, the glass didn’t break; it simply popped out of the window frame!).
How I died isn’t really all that important, is it?
What matters… what is of utmost concern… is that I had the foresight to plan a post to run from beyond the grave. I planned it this way in order to remind you of the lessons I’ve learned along the way, here at the end of my blogging journey...
1. Find a lifestyle you can live with and... well... start living with it. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve sloughed off, telling myself I’ll get back on the wagon tomorrow, next week, next month. Now is the time for action! Do it today because tomorrow is always a day away.
2. A body in motion stays in motion. It’s true in physics and it’s true it fitness-ics. Exercise today and tomorrow and, chances are, you’ll do it again the next day. Take the whole week off and, chances are, you’ll take the next one off as well. Get in a move groove!
3. There’s no excuse for making excuses. This isn’t a good time for you… I get that. News break: there’s never a good time. There’s always going to be stress and uncertainty, always going to be turmoil and tough times. Suck it up, buttercup! It could be worse. You could be dead like some people I could name…
4. Fall down seven times, get up eight. No, wait. I just double-checked the math and that’s definitely getting up one more time than is absolutely necessary. Disregard this pointer entirely.
5. You really can do this. I mean that; you really can do it. Though I’m not gonna be around anymore to prop you up and egg you on, I’m positive that you’ve got it in you to get this done. It will take time, effort and determination, but the rewards are oh-so worth it. I would say do it for me… for my dying wish… but really you just oughta go ahead and do it for yourself.
Well, that’s it for Jack Sh*t. I hope you’ll remember me fondly as you sail past milestones on your way to the success you so richly deserve. I wish I could be around to high-five you at the finish line, but it simply wasn’t meant to be.
Goodbye, my friends. Stay on track, but most of all, stay true to yourself.
Now, I just need to remember to set this up in the blogging on-deck circle and give my wife Anita instructions on how to push this out as I’m being laid out to rest, but mostly I need to be absolutely certain that I don’t hit “Publish” on this one prematurely, because that would be kind of embarrassing…
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Monday, September 19, 2011
Things I Hope Are Heard At My Funeral
• “I don’t know what’s more surprising, that he was the world’s oldest man or that he broke the record by so many years.”
• “Damn, that is one fit corpse!”
• “Look, he’s moving. JACK’S NOT REALLY DEAD!”
• “I really regret lending Mr. Sh*t all that money now…”
• “See those jeans he’s being buried in? 32 inch waist!”
• “Did you see his last Facebook status? All it said was “Somebody’s having party with bright white light and a bunch of angels singing. I’m gonna go bitch them out!”
• “Twitter is having an ‘140-character’ moment of silence in honor of Jack.”
• “I guess Brad Pitt’s here because he played Jack in the movie.”
• “I’m just glad we ironed out the cloning process before he kicked the bucket.”
• “Damn… I miss his blog already.”
• “Damn, that is one fit corpse!”
• “Look, he’s moving. JACK’S NOT REALLY DEAD!”
• “I really regret lending Mr. Sh*t all that money now…”
• “See those jeans he’s being buried in? 32 inch waist!”
• “Did you see his last Facebook status? All it said was “Somebody’s having party with bright white light and a bunch of angels singing. I’m gonna go bitch them out!”
• “Twitter is having an ‘140-character’ moment of silence in honor of Jack.”
• “I guess Brad Pitt’s here because he played Jack in the movie.”
• “I’m just glad we ironed out the cloning process before he kicked the bucket.”
• “Damn… I miss his blog already.”
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
You Are Dead
Sorry to break the bad news to you, but you’re dead.
I know… bummer.
And don’t ask me how you died. It’s really too painful to talk about (even though it did make everybody at the bar laugh hysterically).
Anyway… ummm, where was I? Oh yeah… you’re dead.
It’s sad… your death… but you don’t have to take a glass-half-empty view of these developments. Look on the bright side: this is an ideal opportunity to celebrate your accomplishments and write a proper ending to the story of your life.
What will they say about you as they gather to pay their last respects? What is the indelible mark that you left on this landscape called Life?
Before you hem and haw and struggle to come up with a suitable answer, here’s a shocker: you’re not really dead.
I know, pinch yourself. You’re really alive.
But I would like you to spend a few minutes thinking about your life and your legacy.
Have you accomplished everything you’ve set out to accomplish?
The average life expectancy is 78.3 years; how much longer do you realistically have?
And what are you waiting for?
I know… bummer.
And don’t ask me how you died. It’s really too painful to talk about (even though it did make everybody at the bar laugh hysterically).
Anyway… ummm, where was I? Oh yeah… you’re dead.
It’s sad… your death… but you don’t have to take a glass-half-empty view of these developments. Look on the bright side: this is an ideal opportunity to celebrate your accomplishments and write a proper ending to the story of your life.
What will they say about you as they gather to pay their last respects? What is the indelible mark that you left on this landscape called Life?
Before you hem and haw and struggle to come up with a suitable answer, here’s a shocker: you’re not really dead.
I know, pinch yourself. You’re really alive.
But I would like you to spend a few minutes thinking about your life and your legacy.
Have you accomplished everything you’ve set out to accomplish?
The average life expectancy is 78.3 years; how much longer do you realistically have?
And what are you waiting for?
Dying for more?
I'm continuing on this morbid
discussion when I moderate tonight's
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discussion when I moderate tonight's
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