As you probably have noticed I haven't done any posts as firstly, due to family circumstances secondly, I have had a long holiday without any communication to the outside world. So lets get started.
You see month and a half ago my grandfather died after a long fight with Parkinson's disease and other more complex illnesses. This persuaded to explore the whole philosophical issue about death and what it means to those surrounding us. At the beginning my reaction was rather mild as my relationship with him wasn't what the majority would call 'close' but I was surprised for my lack of emotion. However the most of my family acted quite the opposite to me. This prompted me to ponder why is everyone is so sad and tragic-like. Even though I will not see my grandfather ever again I wasn't sad because well he has gone to a better place, hopefully. Although most of you might argue that's quite a religious view however even though I'm an atheist I like to believe there is something after life, not something similar to Christian heaven but something that is beyond our capability of understanding. This leads me to the funeral. Of course the appearance is suppose to be sober which again puzzles me greatly. Why must we fill our life with reluctance to enjoy it. I see a funeral rather to be a celebration of life opposed to another event where we need to lose enjoyment of the so called wonderful life. So I have decided that for my funeral I will order everyone to wear colourful clothes and have AC/DC's 'Shoot to Thrill' playing at full blast.