I saw a donated copy of one of Elisabeth Kubler-Ross's books at the library today, and it reminded me of an e'mail that was circulated in response to her death last year.
"Elisabeth Kubler-Ross has died."Does this one belong in the category of tasteless jokes? Or is the mere fact that anyone gets it a tribute to her influence?
"No! Dammit! But what if.... " *Sigh*. "Okay."
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Carlos @ 1:10PM | 2005-08-11| permalink
Dr. H.: You have twenty-four hours to live.
Homer: Twenty-four hours!
Dr. H.: Well, twenty-two. I’m sorry I kept you waiting so long.
(Homer embraces Marge.)
Dr. H.: Well, if there’s one consolation, it’s that you will feel no pain at all until some time tomorrow evening, when your heart suddenly explodes. Now, a little death anxiety is normal. You can expect to go through five stages. The first is denial.
Homer: No way! Because I’m not dying! (He hugs Marge.)
Dr. H:The second is anger.
Homer: Why you little! (He steps towards Dr. H.)
Dr. H: After that comes fear.
Homer: What’s after fear? What’s after fear? (He cringes.)
Dr. H: Bargaining.
Homer: Doc, you gotta get me out of this! I’ll make it worth your while!
Dr. H: Finally, acceptance.
Homer: Well, we all gotta go sometime.
Dr. H: Mr. Simpson, your progress astounds me.
("One Fish, Two Fish, Blowfish, Blue Fish," 1991).
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