Rest in Peace Mr. Dover

I hate funerals; well I don’t really hate them. I just hate the fact that you get a heavy dose of reality. Death is something that you can not talk your way out of, you can not cry and hope someone lets you off, you can not beg, plead, or hope. It WILL happen. You are just sitting there one day surrounded by your friends and family and the next day you are not. You are dead and the world did not stop moving, it did not even slow down! There are no changes except that you have ceased to exist, erased from the world. The only people that knew you were even here are your children, family, and friends. To everyone else in the world your life and death did not mean anything and pretty soon, to your future generations you will not mean anything either. It is just so sad how someone’s life has so little meaning in the context of the world.