Interestingly, the recently deceased Christopher Hitchens and his friends used to play a game amongst themselves. They would come up with quotes for one another that they thought they would never hear the other say. As Hitchens was a self-admitted sybarite who took drinking and partying with the upper crust to new heights (depths?), his friends came up with this as his least likely utterance. “I don’t care how rich you are, I’m not coming to your party.” Ha!
After Cati and I just about finished a bottle of wine together over dinner one night, we tried coming up with a few for ourselves. We agreed that my least-likely quote would be ”I haven’t thought the matter through completely so I will therefore refrain from stating my opinion at this time,” and that Cati’s would be “From now on, I’ll take over the cooking responsibilities for the family.” If you should ever hear either one of us say the respective quotes above, there’s a good chance you’re speaking to an impostor.
Hitch kept his eloquence as he was losing his battle with cancer and had this to say about death, “It will happen to all of us, that at some point you get tapped on the shoulder and told, not just that the party’s over, but slightly worse: the party’s going on — but you have to leave. And it’s going on without you. That’s the reflection that I think most upsets people about their demise. All right, then, because it might make us feel better, let’s pretend the opposite. Instead, you’ll get tapped on the shoulder and told, Great news: this party’s going on forever –” he goes on. Reminds me of that Voltaire quote (“Si Dieu n’existait pas, il faudrait l’inventer“), dunnit?
Ok, enough about that. We all cope in our own ways.