Sunday, 15 April 2018

"On What Is True," part 13

We have documentation that after burying his corpse the man under his duties as executor went to his home to dismantle his life completely. Everything that the man cherished or even recognized as his own was smashed to bits. A display was than constructed. All the things the man was afraid of most deathly were cruelly put on display with bright and attractive illumination. Statues were then sculpted and displayed there as well, depicting the man at his most shameful, embarrassing moments. Other elaborate statues portrayed the man in all the ways he was not but wished so much he could be. Seeking lunch, the funeral-goers happened upon the man's house and heard the cheerful and busy construction noise. Walking in and noticing the display, they broke out in an uproar of hearty laughter as they came to see how the man was just so ridiculously full of naught. The display lighting was rigged for show. One item after another took the spotlight in turn. With each new revealed item, the crowd's laughter grew more uproarious. Getting no more than a third through the display, the attendees had been laughing so hard and for so long that they were lacking for air. The spotlight, being mechanical, ceased not its show, and the crowd soon self-suffocated, dying, prematurely, but willingly so, for this was their most joyous moment. These documents have been certified by our highest courts of law.

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