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TILL DEATH DOES ITS PART

Aphorisms about Death

© Mark Mathew Braunstein

Till Death do us part? And till Death does its part.

Thoughts last longer than laughter. Death lasts longer than thoughts. Life is a joke, and Death is its laughter.

No point in drowning oneself in the sea, if one’s body will be washed ashore.

Believing neither in afterlife nor aftershave, he aspires to grow into a very hairy and very healthy corpse.

No greater incentive for accomplishment than the last minute. No greater accomplishment than the last minute of one’s life.

No point in devoting one’s life to making lots of money, if all one has to show for it is burial in an expensive coffin.

Life is hardly worth the trouble it takes to take one’s life.

People who die in glass coffins should never throw bones.

To contemplate Death! What better reason to live? Because one cannot contemplate Death, if one is dead.

To have something to say, and much time to say it: that is Life. To have something to say, but no time to say it: that is Death.

Always hurrying, yet always late, arriving early only once in one’s life, to one’s own funeral.

He wants to die, but not just die. He wants to die with the sound of the sea in his ears, and the sight of the sky in his eyes.

She ventures in search of Life, and along the way, she meets Death. “What are you doing?” Death asks her. Lying, she answers, “Looking for Death.” “It went that a’ way,” Death says, pointing right to her. So she ventures in search of Death, and along the way, she meets Life. “What are you doing?” Life asks her. Lying, she answers, “Looking for Life.” “It went that a’ way,” Life says, pointing right to Death.

Life is lived day by day, the way pinball is played game by game, in which the winner’s only reward is another game, which the greatest loser never loses.

Unborn, he dreams about Birth. Asleep, he dreams about Death. Awake, he daydreams about having good dreams about Sleep and about having bad dreams about Death. Dead, he dreams about Life.

All of us will die, if not today then tomorrow, if not tomorrow then yesterday, which is like putting the coffin in front of the hearse.

The only two things certain in Life are Death and axes. – Henry VIII

“Moriendi natalis est: Death begins at birth.” In the beginning, waits the end. In a crib, awaits the coffin. In a youthful body, lurks the decayed skeleton.

Once we go to witness two wed. Twice we go to view each dead.

Insincere suicide note to my future self: Breathing is Boring.

A hospice nurse, she feels rapture while tending to the terminally ill, because they make her feel so alive.

Life is a book of aphorisms written in a language that no one speaks, so the book remains opened only to the first page, and everyone dies no wiser than when born, everyone except the author, who dies happily ever after.

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Mark Mathew Braunstein