Just some quick thoughts.

I wrote this a few years ago to commemorate Douglas Adam’s classic science fiction comedy series. Maybe I’ll spin it out into a whole chapter some day. I tried to capture Adam’s taste for the absurd.

Douglas Adams famously wrote of a man called Rob McKeena, who unwittingly was a Rain God. "All he knew was that his working days were miserable and he had a succession of lousy holidays. All the clouds knew was that they loved him and wanted to be near him, to cherish him, and to water him." This poem is a tribute to Douglas and Rob.

This is a story that is pure and utter filth. Totally and utterly puerile. I encourage everyone to NOT read it – you will most likely be left damaged in some way. Although completely factual, it is entirely disgusting and has only been written to bring balance to the force of an earlier article I submitted titled the Doom of my Soul.

What if it was only a huge marketing ploy by the priests and the funeral directors, just to get us to willingly pay them a lot of money so that we can book early our resting place before our journey to eternity?