One day, while reading the newspaper, I came to the obituaries. As I read on, I could not help but notice how wonderful all of these people were during their lifetimes. I did not find one bad person in the group.
So for the next several days, I made it my special project to read faithfully their eulogies. You guessed it - only good people die. I could not find one soul that didn’t do something magnificent in their lifetimes. They all served the community well - they were all beloved by many, and the world was simply a better place because they were here. Don’t get me wrong, I’m certainly happy about this. I’m glad that we were favored by their presence on this mortal coil.
However, it does beg the question. Why do only good people die? Every now and then, I still take a peek at the obits thinking I might find someone in there who wasn’t all that good. You know the kind of obituary that says – “he really was a jerk, but we loved him anyway.” Something like that might be reassuring to know that once in a while not just good people die.
No wonder the world is such bad shape.
Brother Giovanni
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