Death and Frosting

This morning I woke up with two things on my mind the first was creamy but sweet frosting and almost at the same time death. I didn't get back to think about frosting until I got downstairs and had a Greek style vanilla yogurt that I pretended was frosting in its creamy consistency and vanilla sense but it became immatation sour cream rather quickly and that was the end of that.
Death on the other hand was forefront. With my head under pillows and blankets I was in complete blackness and wondered about if I was dead, would it be total blackness or total whiteness? I tried not to breathe for some time but I couldn't help to hear the streaming sound of mountaintop winds as my lungs filled in and emptied out in a smooth and rhythmic flow. My only other sense was the sensation of my tongue feeling my hard and smooth backside of my lower front teeth. I was wondering what to be dead was like, to not breathe, not to feel, not think, be in the total space of it, white or black. Not to care. My eyes cracked open and there on the mattress under the pillow in my dark cave was a soft charcoal sketch. The dim light from a crack between the pillow and blanket appeared as if a charcoal by Michangelo. I wanted to see a Madonna or something but it was more like the shadow of a lamb I thought. Death is non- ness. Really,  it's beyond letting go I imagined, it's not being present, a lightness of being or not being anything. I'm pretty sure when you do check out that's it. End of line, done. I imagine that before we are life would pretty much be the same as after life. We just won't know. So, the moral of all this is, enjoy the frosting, the pleasure of life when and while we can. Today is a birth, a birthday, an anniversary, a christening, a wedding, a graduation, a holiday, a weekend or weekday,  a bank closed holiday, an earthquake, a volcano, a rainy day, a sunny day, a religious holiday, a three day weekend, a vacation day, a day of death, my funeral, your funeral, our funeral, someone's funeral, a death day, the day someone somewhere died, the end of the play.
If you like something, start applauding now, tomorrow will be too late.