Nobody’s getting out of this world alive. Why can’t we laugh about it?

A 35-year-old man from Minneapolis recently lost his battle with cancer.

Yes. For sure. Dying young like that sucks. It’s tragic. But does it have to be depressing and weepy?

It wasn’t depressing for Aaron Joseph Purmort who wrote an obituary for himself before passing away, in which he confessed that he was none other than the Amazing Spider-Man.

In his obituary, he wrote that he “died peacefully… after complications from a radioactive spider bite that led to years of crime-fighting and a years long battle with a nefarious criminal named Cancer, who has plagued our society for far too long.”

He went further, explaining that, “Civilians will recognize him best as Spider-Man, and thank him for his many years of service protecting our city. His family knew him only as a kind and mild-mannered Art Director… who always had the right cardigan and the right thing to say (even if it was wildly inappropriate).”

The obituary finished with a prediction, that his son, Ralph, "will grow up to avenge his father's untimely death."

At the risk of sounding heavy or philosophical, when you die, who cares about your resume? Nice college degree! Nice trophies! You can't take them with you, but you can leave behind an imprint of being a person who lived life, and had a sense of humor that you can pass on to your kids like Aaron did.

I guess I did get a little too preachy.

 

 

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