I don’t like Halloween. There, I said it. While that might not be a popular opinion, most children love it and many adults celebrate the day by attending parties and decorating their homes with witches, goblins, jack-o-lanterns and boo-tiful, (couldn’t resist) festive orange lights, a precursor of the Christmas red and green ones.
As a child, I used to enjoy going door-to-door to collect that FREE! candy, but I don’t do that anymore. These days trick-or-treating in your neighborhood can be a risky proposition, especially at unfamiliar houses. A kid could do quite well making the rounds at the various organized candy-distributing functions, it’s safer, too. Ya gotta love those bags bursting full of candy. Parents, stay calm and just keep repeating to yourself, “Now’s not the time to worry about cavities, now’s not the time….”
For the past two weeks, different towns have hosted walking dead gatherings. I can just imaging the creepy make-up, fake blood and hideous masks—the stuff of nightmares. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to see the dead walking—not no way, not no howl (see what I did there?)! Given the number of deaths we’re exposed to, both in the news and on TV shows, it’s interesting how people avoid formulating personal ideas about what happens after we die. Check out what these people say about death:
Considering how they rambled, hemmed and hawed, you’d think the interviewer asked them to explain string theory. In the spirit of Halloween, take a moment to consider what you believe happens after we die. What’s your theory? Are you dead certain about it?