Today started out great. The air is really cold, but the sun is shining and the world looks bright. We chatted over breakfast then K went off to work. The dogs and I set out for a long walk. It was bitter cold out in the wind, but we managed to get into the trees often enough to make it a pleasant morning. After the walk I got all my daily chores done, made lunch, chatted with K about one of my books then went for the mail.
Bang, that’s where I got hit by the sleeze bags. Ok folks, I know some of you work in advertising, but personally, there are places I would not go for I like to sleep at night. In my mailbox, and most others with grey hair, was a long brown envelope, very official looking, with this message on the outside.
Attention: Canada Pension shortfall. Important information inside. Please read carefully.
Ok, that shot my bright mood all to hell. I went home and putter around a bit before opening the envelope. Inside was a huge guilt trip about how the government pension would never pay enough to cover half the expense of a funeral. If I don’t buy their insurance package, my family will be forced into poverty to pay for my death expenses. I had a serious tantrum; I even used several bad words. My older brother would have been proud.
I wonder how many older folks get suckered by this crap. I know companies have a right to advertise. Fine. Put your goram name on the envelope so folks can know what you are all about. Preying on the weak, helpless, or confused is a pretty low way to make a profit. My gods, society has made an industry of preying on the grieving. $10K for a casket? Are you serious? $1K for the last ride from the church to boot hill? No way.
I am a Viking, all I want is a cardboard box and a hot fire. Take my ashes home and set me on the mantle; talk to me once in a while. If my ghost pisses you off, bury the ashes in the compost heap, but please, do not waste a lot of money on a fancy funeral or a massive monument. Why? Because here is where it all ends up, a moss covered stone, standing alone in an overgrown field or a dark forest.
That’s my rant for today, thanks for listening. I feel better now.
What sets you off? What one of your pet peeves?
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