Forever

Standing before the congregation, Mr. Speaker smiled and spoke, “Today we mourn the loss the dearly departed. But we must remember, that although his body is dead, he is alive. For we are all going to live forever.”

The audience beamed with the knowingness that filled them as he spoke these words. We’re all going to live forever. A deep sigh of relief.

“For if he were dead, then that would mean you all will someday die too. And that would mean that I would die,” The speaker shook his head in a pantomime fashion so even the people at the back could see. “I’m not going to die,” he said with a little chortle.

The congregation laughed with him, little busts from different areas. What a silly idea dying was.

“For we all live forever. And now, we are going to sing hymn number 109, ‘I’m going to live forever’.”

After the hymn and the burying of the dead, although not as dead as he would appear, member of the congregation. They all made their way to the hall for tea and scones.

“Oh, Mr Speaker,” Mrs. Old Lady said while putting her hand on his shoulder. “I must say, I did like your talk today.”

“Thank you very much, Mrs. Old Lady.”

“I especially liked the part about living forever.”

“Oh wasn’t that good,” said Mr. Balding Man. “I liked that part to. So true, so true.”

“Yes,” said  Mr.  Young Man. “As you were saying it, my heart knew it was true, not my brain, my brain complained, the sneaky brain, but my heart knew it was true.”

“Because we are all going to live forever,” Mrs. Old Lady added.

“Yes,” said Mr. Speaker. Although he had his doubts in the morning, knowing everyone else believed him, assured Mr. Speaker he was right. He had to be right, right? What other option was there? Not death.

Surely not.