This really is one of the saddest things I’ve ever seen: a man embalmed atop his motorcycle. Life is a very chancy proposition, and no one is entitled to old age. So while I certainly live imperfectly, I do try to live with an eye toward death. This is not out of some misplaced vanity – wanting to be fondly remembered. It’s because how we are remembered is the clearest indicator of how we actually lived. This guy, embalmed on his motorcycle, another guy a few years ago embalmed in his recliner with a TV remote in his hand… compared to, say, Jonathan Edwards or Mother Teresa. Those are obviously some pretty extreme comparisons of people living for this world and living for the next. But on that continuum, I know which end I’d rather be near.
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