And now a small respite from advance directives…which I need. Here’s a cute joke a friend sent me:
A couple made a deal that whoever died first would come back and inform the other if there is sex after death.
After a long life together, the husband was the first to die. True to his word, he made the first contact:
“Marion? Marion?”
“Is that you, Bob?”
“Yes! I’ve come back like we agreed.”
“That’s wonderful! What’s it like?”
“Well, I get up in the morning, have sex, then breakfast and I’m off to the golf course. While there I have sex again, bathe in the warm sun for a while, then have sex a couple more times.
“After that I have lunch (you’d be proud honey…lots of greens) followed by another romp around the golf course. Then it’s pretty much sex again for the rest of the afternoon. I have a little supper followed by more of the golf course.
“Then it’s more sex until late into the night after which I catch some much needed sleep before starting all over again the next day.”
“Oh, Bob…are you in Heaven?”
“No sweetheart. I’m a rabbit in Saskatchewan.”
I love the play on the wide differences in afterlife beliefs here. There have been quite a few possibilities posited over the ages of course; Hades, ancestral worship, heaven/hell, reincarnation…and nothing at all… to name a tiny handful.
The belief that one can recycle back into other life forms as this joke suggests falls under the general heading of transmigration of the soul, or metempsychosis. Kind of an interesting idea actually. One can only imagine that a widespread belief in this idea might inspire a more enlightened stewardship of our natural world. Self interest is always such a strong motivator.
Enough. The next post will be about the blizzard of advance directives forms available out there, as promised.
copyright Dia Osborn 2011
The Odd and Unmentionable 
now that DID give me a smile on a dark and dismal winters day
Your winter weather has been terrible this year, John. Stay dry, man! Stay dry.
Like the guy who asked to come back as a stud….
ended up in a snow tire in North Dakota…
🙂
Thanks!
I needed that…
Cal
I never heard this one before!! I’m laughing out loud. 🙂
I never heard the stud/ snow tire one either! That is funny. I’m curious to see how much interest this post will stir up. I’m guessing, plenty. My post that included the word “nipples” in the title got a record number of hits! “Sex” will surely outdo nipples….! 😉
You were right! I’ve gotten double the number of hits so far…how funny. I would think “nipples” would out-compete “sex” any day though.
Loved the joke!
I have been ‘playing’ with that idea of transmigration lately…..kind of makes sense when you consider that since we are made up of ‘energy’, that energy can’t be destroyed and has to go somewhere….maybe ‘in the mix’ of another creature.
I think a lot about the indestructibility of energy, too, only I’ve never thought about it in terms of transmigration. The atoms of our bodies are literally about as old as time, and I’ve often wondered what other kinds of forms my atoms once participated in, or if they carry some kind of somatic memory from prior existences. I’m very curious about it all.
Hehe, brilliant joke. Needed that today.
Death after sex is more likely with me. Three minutes of sheer hard work LOL!
Three minutes! Well, that certainly eliminates the possibility of coming back as a rodent of any kind. I guess you’re destined to be a higher life form if you transmigrate. A horse evidently takes about a minute. I tried to find out how long an elephant takes but could only find information on how to masturbate one (for artificial insemination purposes of course but still, kind of fascinating. I couldn’t bring myself to watch the video though.)