Will: a document declaring what will happen to your property when you die.
No one is listening. The dead are dead. Corpses dust. No tunnel of light. No afterlife. No reincarnation. The end.
That is not to say there is nothing, because there most definitely is.
So perhaps the end was a little premature?
I am going to ponder the nature of endings, but for now know that whatever the end is, it is something beyond the realms of your understanding. Your comprehension. And mine, I suppose. Let’s just call it returning to that from which we came. Something else which you cannot understand, I am sure. But I will see you there one day, as there is no heaven or hell.
To be honest, I do not know why I am writing this. Yet I am.
Some sense of propriety, maybe?
No. Not that, since when have I ever cared?
And as you read this, I know what you are thinking, what you care about; the money. So where is it? I hear you ask. Well, to cut a long story short, there is none. I spent it. I burnt it. I even tried eating it. From experience I would recommend simply using it to purchase food. The taste is vile.
So now that that is out of the way, let us ponder some more on where you were, what you were doing. Why you were not there. Ever.
I have my theories.
But as you once gleefully pointed out, theories do not prove anything. But then you never had much of a scientific mindset. Idiot, in common parlance. Although, to be fair, I was always slightly impressed that you had even given it as much thought as you had.
And, actually, that is as much thought as I wish to give the subject.
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