Day Of The Dead…LIVE

I have an image, where everyone I know who’s dead, are all at the same cocktail party having a grand old time.

Hicks, Jack, Joyce, Nancy, Phil, my grandfather, even Auntie Ida, who in unison all cluck…

“Susannah, trust us when we say, all the shit that’s bothering you, doesn’t mean a damned thing up here, so shake it the fuck off.” (I’m assuming they all made it to that heavenly, 5-Star hotel in the sky).

A point you have to admit, well-made.

Then I muse about the thousands killed on 9/11. What were they worried about on their last day on earth?  My rent is due, he didn’t call, I’ve gained a pound and didn’t get the job.  I need a facelift, hate my boss…need a holiday, need a change.

Be careful what you wish for.

Forgive the appearance of irreverence, truly not the case.  But it does help to remind ourselves, we’re not on the planet forever.

When those whiny winds blow with us at the wheel steering a crooked ship, it helps to remember, one day our room too, will be ready.

Right Hicks?

That’s right, bay-ba…that’s right.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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24 Responses to Day Of The Dead…LIVE

  1. Elle Knowles says:

    You never can be completely prepared for that day. It comes when you least expect it! ~Elle

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  2. micklively says:

    Good point. Of course, I’d go one further (don’t I always?) and say there is no heaven or hell waiting: this is it. So is that realisation an excuse for hedonism or motivation to create heaven on earth? I haven’t found the answer yet: like a drunk in a corridor, bouncing off both walls. I have no children, so from whence the concern for legacy? Why do I give a damn what happens to or on this planet after my death? Again, I don’t know why but I find that I do.

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  3. Amen!
    A friend recently lost her husband after an illness. They have spent every moment traveling and documenting memories for their 2 girls. I don’t like the idea of knowing the end is near, but I do like the idea of using that time so wisely. It’s sad that we are so preoccupied by BS to live our lives like the end is coming.
    That cocktail party sounds amazing!

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  4. skinnyuz2b says:

    A very good point, Susannah. All too often we forget to stop and smell the roses. I’m going to do some smelling today.

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  5. Rubenstein, Hal says:

    I like this one, very clever !

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  6. So true yet we allow things to bother us. I find as I get older things bother me less. So much just doesn’t matter any more.

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  7. I have a friend from ME, who is a bit older than me, and each morning she writes what she has done since she awoke at 5 a.m…. it is usually more than I accomplish in two days, and then she says, ‘So glad to be on my feet, what a glorious day to be alive.” I have come to read her words and seriously take them to heart. I really liked this post…


  8. Gail says:

    Interesting how we all know this to be true – none of the trite day-to-day really matters in the end – and yet, we continue to live like it does. I hear a few people say they don’t let little things bother them anymore, but I’m a skeptic. It’s hard to live like today is the last day of our lives. Hope for and belief in the future is human nature, and with that comes the stuff we deal with every day.

    I like the cocktail party idea – fun way to keep those we lost inside or head.

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