On Getting Hit By A Hearse

A couple of months ago I almost got hit by a hearse.

I was riding to the beach on my uncle's scooter, trying to overtake the procession when the hearse suddenly veered into my path as it turned into the cemetary. I steered sharply to the right and felt the bike begin to lose control but thankfully managed to correct the imbalance as I swerved around the hearse which had jerked to a halt.

With my adrenaline pumping, I sped away, not daring to look back at the shocked driver or the disrupted procession. It was only when I had shakily parked the bike and sat down with a cigarette that I realised the irony of what could have happened. And after two cigarettes, I was able to chuckle about it.

I remember a friend telling me that if she ever died by choking on a chicken bone, she would kill herself. Life is absurd enough, must our deaths be too?