The Last Shot (238 hits)
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Submitted by Manda (View user info) at 2006-10-09 16:20:06 EDT
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Some say that the soul knows when it is going to depart from this world. The people that die young are the ones that live life to the fullest—every day is an adventure until one day, at the ripe age of twenty-six, their soul knows that the time of departure has arrived. Their death is quick and painless—a car crash, an unexplainable terrorist attack, or a murder. Usually this is a result of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The people that are content to plod through life are usually the ones that die at the age of ninety-eight in a nursing home. Their souls know that they have time to stop and smell the roses.
Suicides are a completely different story. Have you ever been at a place where people have killed themselves? There is an eerie, uneasy feeling that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth every single time. It is like the departed's soul is lingering about, causing an overwhelming feeling of loss and confusion. Tradition states that a murdered person's soul will wander the earth until the end of time until it rights the wrong of their death. But if the soul belongs to the person that pulled the trigger, where does the soul go? Perhaps this is why limbo was named.
As a medical examiner in the so-called murder capital of America, I see a lot of gruesome deaths. When I first started working in this field, it was the screaming from grief-stricken family members that bothered me the most. Their wails are the most recognizable. It was only after I encountered my first suicide victim (victim of what? choice?) that I discovered something even more eerie than a screaming mother...
...silence.
There was no family and no friends mourning the death of this person. It was just me and the suicide in a lonely house with that overpowering bitter taste in my mouth. Part of me preferred it this way—it gave me time to reflect.
Death is a funny thing. There are so many familiar components to every fatality, regardless of the cause. Perhaps the funniest thing is the battle between the soul and the body at the final moment before the thread of life is severed. It is this battle that causes the hand that holds the gun to tremble, the struggle of the hanged man, the last breath drawn before the woman hits the freezing waters two hundred feet below the bridge.
It is the soul's last shot at life.
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