"For Whom the Bell Tolls" - John Donne

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

- John Donne

But thanks for all the oh-so-sincere eulogies which didn't really look like self-pitying bullshit in a phony attempt to use the death of a celebrity to rationalize a connection to Heaven.

The bell always tolls for thee.  You can respect that or write eulogies and pretend it didn't mean anything.  All these Prince eulogies are really getting nauseating and CNN today has a couple of articles with one claiming to get inside Prince's faith while the other one discovers how Prince remained so private.  We're guessing he did it by keeping CNN the hell out of there ... bloodsucking, milk-curdling pigdogs such as they are.

Note:  we have resolved to grow toward more progressive insulting.  Calling someone an asshole is immediate but only temporarily satisfying.  We need insults which, as in chess, will rip the subject's soul into tiny pieces and demonstrate the utter lack of value in any of the bits.  Winning in chess is not enough.  Your opponent must be annihilated.

It may take some days to work up a suitable insult for Megyn Kelly doing her best second-rate Katherine Hepburn as she discovers Spencer Tracy going Arnold Schwarzenegger on the maid.  She has some hearsay of Prince dying of a drug overdose and she spews it like it's a holy proclamation.  That kind of sickness needs a special effort.

The first time I was nearly croaked happened was when I was forty-one and, by all rights, I should have been snuffed in that one.  If you think that bell tolls for anyone else, you live in a dream world.

None of this obviates or refutes the existence of Heaven.  The consideration is only the lack of respect for it in pandering someone else's tragedy to bolster your own weak belief.

Here in the Rockhouse, we have no problem with God.  We just get tired of all the bullshit people say about him.

This one is amusing and, after Kim Davis, we see how he got that idea.