Dead Like Me

I am into this show called Dead Like Me. It was only 2 seasons long. It was on the sci-fi channel. Now I am not a sci-fi person but I really like this show. If you have not seen it I highly recommend it. It looks at death from a different perspective. Some times it really makes you stop and think.

My son seems to think it is a stupid show but had has not sat down and watched it.

I can relate to the main person in the show named George. Her real name is Georgia. Her mom is a total control freak and bitch. George at the nice age of 18 dies in a very unusual way. ( You really need to watch it.) Before she died, she was having an identity crisis. Now that she is dead, she becomes a reaper and it having a very difficult time with her identity. She is learning more about life now that she is dead than when she was a live.

This was a great show and it is really to bad there was only 2 seasons.

Also recently out was The Bucket List. This show is about making a list and doing all the things on the list before you die.

Which has me thinking, Do I have a bucket list? Do you have a bucket list? Do we think about our own death?

Tell me, if we knew we had a short time to live, I bet we would have a bucket list. So tell me why does it take imminent death to move us to make a bucket list. What would happen if we lived each day like it was our last?

Would depression become a thing of the past? Would people become nicer? Would the world look differently to us?

Tell me about your bucket list. I am going to write one up and get back to you later in the week on this.

My father recently passed away from prostate cancer. He was "ready" to go. How does one make that decision? How does one truly know they are ready? What happens if they think they are ready and then find out after they are gone that they weren't really ready after all?

Do they get to come back as someone else? Do we get a choice of coming back?
What if reapers really exist in this world? What if we do have a time limit?

There is a saying, "only the good die young" I don't believe that at all. Every one dies. Sometimes the bad die young.

Why did the Indians put there dead up above the group, yet we bury our friends and family 6 feet under? Or cremate them or what ever?

I know this blog is rather dark and depressing but if you were to die tomorrow, would you be happy with the way you lived your life? Or the choices you have made?

Think about your bucket list and get back to me.