Life is overrated

It ain’t easy being of the undead variety.

Chew on this: we’re born. We die. Everything that we do is ultimately fruitless. Just what value do we actually have? If you’re of the religious variety, you have your quote endquote eternal soul. So that’s gotta be of some value, right?

Well, if you’re using eBay as a value guide to judge the market, it’s worth around six hundred and sixty six dollars. American.

But it’s not all champagne and caviar for people sans life. Police in New York City found a bag of explosives in the graveyard. That’s not the bad news. The bad news is that they removed it. Look NYC, we know that since you’re a supremely large metropolitan area, you’ll be more susceptible to the inevitable zombie outbreak. With that said, could you at least look like you’re trying to be prepared for it? That bag of kablooey gum wasn’t an offensive move by a terrorist, it was obviously a smart defensive move by a concerned citizen.

Take it from Snee: Let’s talk about death, baby

Between posts about drunken superheroes and Star Trek, I’ve allowed “Take it from Snee” to devolve into a frivolous, silly column. This is not good and must be remedied.

After all, it’s featured on a Web site called SeriouslyGuys — not Whimsically nor Fancy-Freeily, but Seriously. That is why I’ve decided to look at a very serious topic that deserves a straightforward, intellectual examination: what happens when we die.

It’s an important topic because, unless you’re one of the many bots trying to spam this site with porn, you are going to die. Worse yet, everyone who has died has refused to come back …. Well, there was this one guy, but we’re still arguing about what he saw.

So, I know you’re afraid of dying and the unknown, and that’s why you can take it from Snee that this is exactly what happens when you die. Continue reading Take it from Snee: Let’s talk about death, baby