I suppose that’s why some people want to be cremated.
I guess some of us were just early with the “worms crawl in, the worm crawl out” comments a few days back.
My GF is comforted by the thought that she’ll become daisies.
It’s like donating your body to the Circle of Life.
In Heaven there is no Beer , That’s why we drink it here ! RJ there is still time to change your ways and grease the skids a little bit for your trip to the other side ;-)
Hey, worms got voices!
Another LOL funny strip.
I want to be cremated because I want to push global warming a little more.
So, a tree that knows stuff knows a raccoon won’t go to Heaven, but doesn’t know if there is a Hell. I’ll stick with the supreme God and the Bible.
Life is hard.
Then you die.
Then they throw dirt in your face.
Then the worms eat you.
Be grateful it happens in that order.
— Solomon Short
Act 4, Scene 3
Claudius: Now Hamlet, where’s Polonius?Hamlet: At supper.Claudius: At supper? Where?Hamlet: Not where he eats, but where a is eaten. A certain convocation of politic worms are e’en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table; that’s the end.
And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl outThe worms play pinochle on your snoutThey eat your eyes, they eat your noseThey eat the jelly between your toes
At dinner where?
Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain convocation of politic worms are e’en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service—two dishes, but to one table. That’s the end.
Maybe RJ will change into a ghost.
Let me introduce you to the nitrogen and carbon cycles.
KING CLAUDIUS Now, Hamlet, where’s Polonius?HAMLET At supper.KING CLAUDIUS At supper! where?HAMLET Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain convocation of politic worms are e’en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table: that’s the end. … A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. …. Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
Ah, accuracy in a toon… so much better than ‘Soul’
Life: The time spent between the moments you are Slapped on the Back in Maternity, and Slipped on the Slab in the Mortuary.
Swear there ain’t no heaven and I pray there ain’t no hell. But I’ll never know by living, only my dying will tell. Yes only my dying will tell.
And when I’m dead, and when I’m gone, there’ll be one child born in this world to carry on, carry on.
(I’d have posted the “Polonius is at supper” exchange from “Hamlet,” but that’s been covered…and covered…and covered.)
The Emperor Worm
“the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle on your snout”
No worries RJ, heaven and hell are both made up constructs to scare the gullible and control the fearful.
Far too many people are so scared of death (or perhaps it’s life they fear) that they have to make up a “life after death” as something to look forward too. As I read some time back — “What happens to a person after death? Same as happens to a mosquito after swatting.”
Why would anyone admit to being so ignorant as to believe in any of that malarkey about heaven or hell or gods or devils or chose to worship a device of agonizing torture as a symbol for their religion. Such death cults are an abomination and deserve to be mocked for the foolishness that they are.
Anyone feel like singing the old Northern British song, “On Elkley Moor Ba Tat?” (forgive the poor spelling please) :>)
all our animals will be with us in Heaven: remember God Created them first, then Man, and we were meant to be their caretakers
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out…
Most of these comments seem to be concerning the religions of the Mideast. Gotta keep in mind that the Jewish people got the idea of the singular god when they were still Canaanites. Our God, the Jewish God started out as the head God of the Canaanites pantheon. The main Dudes of the Canaanites were Old Fart god El and his BFF the warrior-god, Baal, and El’s wife Athirat, known in the Bible as Asherah.
Most of these comments have been LOL funny.
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