It is good the dead grow short
Some religions bury, others prefer to give back to nature with a certain amount of fury: I do not know if they mean to show their anger or they simply like fireworks, but they manage to put in a veil of sorrow–the fortunes they are inheriting apparently forgotten–and shed a few tears and return home. In a few days, they are like none of this had ever been.
But more of it has occurred, especially if we looked at the problem from the eyes of another fellow, party to neither of these, and observe the former. They bury, which means for a long time to come the fact that that person is occupying some part of the Earth–even if only below it–cannot be argued upon.
Our graveyards have been overpopulated.
Until recently I though it was only us on Earth–living–who were troubled by this. My recent drive by a certain graveyard showed me otherwise: one, the dead are taking up too much space, and two, the living are not worried about it. And the graveyard was being enlarged, its compound now encroaching into a well cultivated farmland behind it, which, in my unemotional eyes, was serving society far more than this home for the dead. And I mean no harm for the latter.
And this is what Saki said,
“He is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death.”
I suppose he was referring to the human race itself, and he probably thought people would burn, not bury. I’m an undertaker, I do not advocate burning over burying–just death. And then I am not Beelzebub either. Now two sentences back was a little joke it is necessary you do not misunderstand. And two sentences before this, was not a joke.
I think the people being buried may be taken to have direct consequences with the charts of our ministries of census. There is an increasing number of people being buried daily: 58 people are buried every minute. And the birth rate promptly exceeding the death rate, it is safe to assume that the number of people being born is quite high too. The point with all these graveyard matters is that we are increasingly taking up too much place on Earth–it is ours after all, who cares for animals? Is that not what we think? And have we not seen that, most often than not, we are wrong in everything we think?
A little trivia on ever-increasing Chinese natality: (Rob Ripley deserves due credit for this) If all Chinese on Earth marched in threes, around the world, from a point as start to the same point as finish, they would keep marching forever.
I like to see this filling up of graveyards–I think there are eight epitaphs I can find in every square foot of sold Earth nowadays–as a reflection of the growing population of Earth, which is something we need to care for. And at some extremes I feel it is good that the dead grow short inasmuch as they will occupy less volume. Of course it will eventually become nada, but then such things happen only after it is too late.
Must we not think of alternatives, or at least find solutions? But, frankly, I think tonight’s Super Bowl is way more important.
Brilliant satire. I