Last night I watched a PBS documentary called The Undertaking. It was basically a documentary based around the operation of a funeral home. I thought one of the most striking things that the director talked about was that he was performing a service more for the living than for the dead. He's not only a funeral director, but also a writer and poet, so it was interesting to hear his interjections throughout the film as he read parts of his writing. Holly and I watched it in parallel (we only see each other on weekends because she goes to school and lives a couple of hours away), and she said that there was lots of visual things that she wished she could have explained to me. You would have thought it would have been a morbid film, but it really was very reverent, respectful, and described life in death in a way that, after Holly and I discussed it after the film (we like deep discussions), we appreciated the way that they charactarized death as a subject that does not always have to be a scary taboo thing. could write lots more about this, and probably get all creative on you, but for some reason, I'm kind of tired, and therefore am not feeling inspired to write volumes. This lack of creativity might be exasperated by the pop tart I ae for breakfast, and my very nutritional lunch of pizza, gummy bears, and a Dr. Pepper. These things are NOT writing "power food" methinks.
Again, Happy Halloween, and I'll write soon.
T-H = 2 = :D