Reminds me of the South Park Christmas Album. Pretty topical too since today is Christmas in July.

The minute we’re born we start dying

We die a little more every day

Young or old, rich or poor

There’s nothing you can do to stop it

So look long at that Christmas tree

It may be the last one that you see

Decorate your house with green and red

Cause some day you’ll be dead

In the Tibetan philosophy, Sylvia Plath sense of the word, we’re all dying. But you’re not dying the way X is dying.

We’re all going to die, Lis.

That’s technically incorrect. The human body remains busy at all times. Either the body is to get busy livin’ or it is to get busy dyin’.

Well. You ain’t wrong…