The art of dying

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We are at the backstage door of the Durban Theatre

Ethan, my little man is turning thirteen this year.  He has always been a deeply spiritual child, asking probing questions and splurbing out profound statements. Leaving the theatre, tonight, after the nineteenth performance of The Durban Passion Play he smacks me with a big one.

“I don’t want to die with a full bladder” he says to me in the alley way back to the car.

“What?” I ask struggling to process the statement.

“I don’t want to die with a full bladder” he repeats.

“Why?” I ask.

“I don’t want to have to need the toilet while I’m waiting to meet Jesus”

“Cool”

I want to think about my afterlife in such practical terms. Gotta love the faith of a child.