Friday, September 14, 2007

A visit to the other side

A man at the safari camp recounts his near-death experience. As doctors work frantically to resuscitate him, he floats out of his body, hovering like a butterfly, watching them pound his chest. He re-enters through his navel and travels down a dark tunnel towards a bright light. It feels good, like the release of tension from a bowel movement. On arriving at his destination, he is welcomed by George Burns in a tuxedo, who introduces him to his deceased relatives and the Marx Brothers. They all sit down to a tea party in the balmy sunshine of a summer afternoon. The conversation sparkles and no one argues or is boring. Groucho is warm and sincere; Zeppo is funny; Harpo is not annoying.

A page boy then rushes to the table with a message for Mr Burns, who reads the note while puffing on his cigar.

“There’s been a mistake in the diary, kiddo.” says George. “You’re not due yet, so you’ll have to go back.”

Mr Burns blows a smoke ring and the man finds himself hurtling back down the tunnel. It feels bad, like the build up of tension from a suppository. He is re-united with his body at the very moment the doctors restore his pulse. He emerges from his coma a day later, with the memory of his experience intact.

The other guests are enthralled by his account.

“I wish I could have a near-death experience!” sighs a dewy-eyed woman.

The man smiles at her benignly. “After my trip to the other side I lost all fear of death,” he says. “It totally changed my life and made me a better person.”

I purse my lips and frown. There’s no harm in enjoying these mystical events, but I draw the line at encouraging others to flirt with the Grim Reaper. That often leads to an actual death experience, from which the possibilities of leading a better life on Earth are remote. I judge that a dose of scepticism would be in order.

“I’m sure it’s almost worth dying to experience such a thing,” I remark. “Many have done so, of course. Scientists say that the last flickerings of an expiring brain produce these effects. If so, it sounds like a most pleasant finale to one’s mortal existence.”

“Are you saying it was all a hallucination, Mr Bananas?” asks the man.

“Indeed not!” I reply. “We gorillas avoid metaphysical speculation. I’m just telling you what fellows like Dicky Dawkins think.”

“I wonder what Mr Dawkins would do if he were having a near-death experience,” muses the man with a chuckle.

“Knowing Dicky as I do, I expect he would stubbornly refuse to play along,” I answer. “They’d have to drag him along the tunnel and when he got to the tea party he’d make his excuses and leave before the whole thing vanished into oblivion.”

“It sounds as if I escaped from that heavenly place in the nick of time,” quips the man. “How long do you suppose one has before the afterlife is revealed as a hoax and the sky falls in?”

“That’s a very good question,” I remark, stroking my neck in reflection. “I’ll put it to Dicky the next time I see him.”

I return to the jungle next day, musing on the tea-party question. It does seem a bit odd that one minute you’d be happily chatting to the Marx brothers and the next minute everything disappears into nothingness. And how do we know that tea-party time moves at the same rate as Earth time? What if the final moment of Earthly life is experienced as an infinitely long tea party of bliss, if such a thing were possible? Dicky Dawkins must deal with these legitimate questions before fobbing people off with his half-baked theories.

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I had a near-death experience once, GB. Seriously! I'll tell you about it sometime when we're sharing tea in the Congo. :-)
Mr Bananas , I would also like to know why was it George burn and the Marx brothers , or do you just get whichever dead celebrities is on tea party rota that day !
But...but what if you don't LIKE the Marx brothers?
My fear is that I will have a near-death experience and get stuck with a group of insurance salesmen and the Carpenters, performing in a laundromat in some very drab neighborhood, just knowing that my more fortunate friends are schmoozing with the Beatles, truly funny comedians or interesting journalists.
Dicky Dawkins is a man in trouble.
Unknown to most of the population he has incredible supernatural and miraculous powers. If it ever got out, his gredibility would be shot to buggery.

Marx brothers in "Duck Soup" perfick. Esp if you've had a dooby.
yes, gredibility.
As a woman I lked that story, it exercised my pelvic floor, and it seems to me that womens pelvic floors and their strength could be the mainstay of our furure.
Suzy: Looking forward to hearing about it, Suzy. We'll share a coconut too!

Beast: You get the ones who are right for you, Beast. No one ever says they met their least favourite comedian in the afterlife.

Misssy: You'd get the Bay City Rollers and David Cassidy (as God).

Mary: You'd get the fabs if you wanted them, Mary. Even George and Ringo would be there, because the past and future are one in the next world.

Dr Maroon: I wonder if he'd be annoyed if he could heal people with his touch. It might happen if he becomes an atheist Saint.

Claudia: Welcome, Claudia, you can exercise your pelvic floor here anytime you like. The female pelvis is a miracle of Nature and a bedrock of procreation. Amen
What about the billions of people I have never heard of - or the lost Marx brother, Karl? I would die to avoid it...
I don't know which is better to read, your post or these comments?!
Godammit, I dont want the Marx Bros and George Burns. Can I request Stephen Hawking and some Chippendales :)
What're you freaking drunk??? Death's's more like being in a holding tank before you get transferred to gen pop and you await your arraignment. Heroin's better.
That's known in my part of the world as disappearing up your own sphincter.
It is the era of half baked theories. It is criminal the amount of money that is squandered on endless research which - after a year or so - comes up with ever conflicting theories which many of the gullible public swallow hook line and sinker.
Bah! Humbug!
Mutley: There's plenty of space in the next world, you don't have to slum it with every Tom, Dick and Harriet in a dormitory.

Jahooni: Both are written for your pleasure, Ma'am.

Mrs Cake: Chippedales? There are no desires in the next world, hence no need for beefcake. You'll feel liberated.

Yawn: Aren't you a little young to be speculating about death?

Daphne: If the spirit is willing the sphincter is accommodating.

Pi: It's much cheaper to let people invent their own theories. The tea-party theory didn't cost a penny
I don't feel a warmth towards Dicky Dawkins, and yet he has done me no harm. I am suspicious of any man who so zealously promotes his own theories and opinions with no consideration or respect for those of others. If one wants to believe in an afterlife, what harm does it do? When one is dead, one won't even know that one is disappointed.
As ever - cool blogging GB.
in my wetdreams.... errr, i mean experience, i was greeted by marilyn monroe, anna nicole smith, and mrs. garrett from 'facts of life'.
Very amusing.
Has anyone read Connie Willis' Passage? It deals with bizarre near-death experiences in a science fiction setting. Good novel.
I have had so many near-death experiences, I should get an Afterlife Loyalty Card.
light at the end of the tunnel, It is an endoscopy!!

" Prozac allows it to see the end of the tunnel? "
Bugger. I was expecting gin.
No desire in the next world? WTF? Ive changed my mind. Please can I go to Hell instead. I bet they have Chippendales there :)
Kitty: Thanks Kitty. Dicky is not the type one easily warms to, but I think he'd make a decent Santa if he put on a white beard.

Raffi: No one ever got laid in a near-death experience.

Ms Paperback: Welcome Ma'am. I'll put that on my jungle reading list.

Lord Likely: Narrowly missing bullets fired by cuckolded husbands isn't quite the same thing, M'Lud.

Dip Doc: Licking a poisonous frog is a better bet than Prozac. And I'm not talking about Chirac.

Minx: Everyone is a teetotaller in the next world.

Mrs Cake: If they're in Hell, they're being buggered by Satan. The Zen masters say that the bliss of the void is beyond anything the body can experience.
If Harpo was not annoying, it was obviously just a hallucination due to oxygen deprivation, not a near death experience.

Love yer blog.
No, sorry, you are wrong, Mr B. I had a near-life experience once and all I was offered was tea and a digestive biscuit.
Here in Limbo, we are awash with cocktails, firm buttocks and funny comedians - I think I shall stay a while.
How near death to you have to be to qualify for one of these experiences?

Is there some kind of banding system like there is for council housing?
do you often stroke your neck when reflecting? i'd be afraid of wearing down the fur.
I've been to a few diabolical tea parties myself and had a number of near death experiences as a result.
Frightful things.
I'm much better at disappearing up my own bottom.
Sometimes I think I prefer it up there...
Franki: Welcome and thanks. You'd have to be pretty serene not to be annoyed by Harpo, but it's possible.

Minx: Limbo? That must be a place for naughty witches.

Mosha: Flat on your back, no pulse. Magic mushroom experiences don't count.

Kara: Never mind about my neck. I want to know whether you're a fan of Dicky Dawkins, the English intellectual.

Domestic Minx: Your bottom is surely a work of art, dear DM. Personally I'd rather be on it than up it.
Was "travels down a dark tunnel" the Dickie Attenborough thing rather than the David one?
I have been worrying about this all week as I am a little poorly. If I have a near death experience I shall let you know immediately Mr Bananas!
Goth: Davy Attenborough is in the next post.

Mutley: You won't have one if you contemplate the subject with a cheeky attitude.
i have no opinion. on anything.
Quite intriguing really, this whole NDE thing...
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