Ever Wonder What It Feels Like To Be Dead?

I am sure that at some point in everyone’s life they wonder what it is like on the other side. Is it nice; is there pain or suffering; do the dead wish they could be alive again? My wife introduced me to a series that ran in the early 2000s called Dead Like Me. The show follows a group of people who have died. But rather than move on to the afterlife, they are charged with performing the job of a reaper. Now, they don’t kill people but rather are there to take their souls when they are about to die. On the surface, the series is an off-hand comedic drama. But the more I watch (I got the first couple of seasons on DVD as a gift), the more I like it. There is depth that I did not expect. The characters are genuine and have real emotion as they try to navigate the ‘real’ world as undead people while keeping themselves apart from it.

At times, I even relate to them. This may sound weird as I am alive and not a reaper. But I feel the emotions that they express as the move through ‘life’. I wish sometimes life was as simple as a television script. But then where would the adventure be? At least I have this in the meantime. The series ran for about 4 years. In early 2009, a movie version of the show was released straight to DVD with an option to restart the show. No word yet on if that is to happen. But I highly recommend taking a look and questioning again…what is the afterlife really like?

Green Gold Deep In The Ground

I like pickles. I like them sweet, dill, small, large, sliced, and whole (but mostly sweet). I don’t know when my love affair actually began. Pickles were always a thing in my house growing up. This is a little odd as we never had much money and pickles are for the most part a standalone condiment. That aside, there they were in the fridge. I remember sneaking the sweet ones when I thought that no one else was looking. They always seemed a little like dessert, probably due to their high sugar content, kind of like sweet potatoes at Thanksgiving.

Now as an adult, I get to choose if I want pickles, what kind, and of course when. It is fun to see how excited even my kids get when sweet pickles are mentioned. It must just be in their blood. But one thing I never did understand: why are sweet pickles made of smaller cucumbers and dill pickles of the larger ones? I guess it’s just another mystery in the mysterious world of condiments.