This was e-mailed to me this morning and I thought I would share it with you. I did not see it in The London Times myself, however, it is still thought provoking no matter where it originated.
An Obituary printed in the London Times – not a joke
and makes you think!
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who
has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was,
since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He
will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early bird
gets the worm; Life isn’t always fair; and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies
(don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults,
not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but
overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy
charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate;
teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher
fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for
doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining
their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were
required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an
Aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student
became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became
businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend
yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could
sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a
woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot.
She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge
settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth
and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and
by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I’m A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he
was gone.
If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the
majority and do nothing.
Absolutely brilliant! This reminds me of a friend who once told me her father lived by one basic rule, that he called SIUM. When she asked him what it meant, he replied “suck it up, muffin”. I really like that. 🙂
Thanks, Corry, for your always thought-provoking posts!
A good laugh and leaves you thinking.