No, no one has died recently, thank you, and I haven't even really been dwelling on such things, but heck, I haven't posted on death in over a week and not in a svithey way in even longer, so I figured it was time.
I learned in my college-freshman course in physical science (taken as a senior, incidentally) that we measure and prove time through entropy: things breaking down. And that, therefore, when there shall be time no longer, we may assume that entropy has been halted.
This makes sense. Resurrected bodies do not die; resurrected worlds do not end.
And so the death of friends becomes nothing more than a memory.
(Although, given the lack of entropy, a memory that never fades. But maybe the whole Death Thing will just seem amusing from the perspective of six eternities later. How can I say?)
Anyway. That's a little svithe on dying for you.
Go forth and die no more.
Than the one time, I mean.
last week's svithe