So you are on your deathbed! There is no need to make a big thing about it. We have all been on our deathbeds from time to time. As always, the important thing is to have fun.
A cheery display of bright flowers is a must for today’s busy deathbed occupant on the go.
Have you ever heard about “the language of flowers”? Every flower has a specific meaning, be it a fresh, dewy jonquil, the insouciant snapdragon, or the lowly daisy. A red rose represents some nutty thing, while a white rose means something else entirely. At least that’s what someone told me, but I don’t believe it. It doesn’t make any sense! The last thing you need right now is a maniac filling your head with crazy ideas. Or is that exactly what you need? It might make for a refreshing change of pace on an otherwise gloomy afternoon on your deathbed.
After all, our hypothetical maniac is just trying to feed his family like everyone else. How can we presume to judge him, with his fixed grin and wildly flashing eyes? Are you too good to hang out with a gibbering fiend? Well, pardon me, your ladyship. True, his manner of dress and habits may strike us as odd. Perhaps when he drops a pencil he prefers—rather than bending over—to pick it up with his prehensile toes. So what? We all have our foibles.
In fact, one might just say that our foibles define us. Should an alien race of “little green men” visit the Earth shortly after the upcoming apocalypse, they would scientifically poke through our old videotapes and come to the conclusion “These guys sure did have a lot of foibles! But, in a way, it’s what made them so lovable.” Indeed, what would humans be without our foibles? I think we would be plants or statues.
Consider Genghis Khan. He did a lot of things that are no longer “politically correct” according to our uptight new society, such as killing everybody. And yet when Mr. Khan came home to his tent after a hard day of work, he was embarrassed to take his socks off, even in front of his own wife, because there was something weird about his toenails.
Suddenly the ruthless leader is humanized! And it’s all thanks to foibles.
You know, there are some people around today who could learn a thing or two from jolly old Genghis Khan. Once I was at an all-male quilting bee, and I saw a man wearing flip-flops. His toes were plainly visible, and their nails were peculiarly thick, with something that looked like white dust coming out of them. I...
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