So it seems my grief is taking me to some dark places. What if the end of life in this world actually is the end of our consciousness and all aspects of our existence are no more. Our soul does not move on as it too is non-existent. Am I alone in thinking these grim thoughts? Is this part of the grief and mourn continuum.
Three little ducks go into a Bar."Say, what's your name?" the bartender asked the first duck. "Huey," was the reply. "How's your day been, Huey?""Great. Lovely day. Had a ball. Been in and out of puddles all day. What else could a duck want?" said Huey."Oh. That's nice," said the bartender. He turned to the second duck, "Hi, and what's your name?" "Dewey," came the answer from duck number...
A HUSBAND AND WIFE ARE TRYING TO SAVE FOR THEIR VACATION. THE HUSBAND SUGGESTS THAT HE PUTS A $20 BILL IN A JAR EVERY TIME THEY HAVE SEX. THREE MONTHS LATER THE MAN COUNTS THE MONEY AND FINDS OVER $800. "HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?" ASKS THE HUSBAND. "WE ONLY HAD SEX SIX TIMES." HIS WIFE REPLIES, "YEAH, BUT NOT EVERYONE'S AS TIGHT-FISTED AS YOU ARE!"