I donno. Death would be kind of hard if (say) I had to watch humans from some Netherworld - some world of Ideas, stripped of all that's required to enjoy life (that is, a physical body). I'd probably get bored and restless and envious and start screwing with people who look like they're having a good time.
It's fucked up, I know. But necessary.
I'd probably use a bit of cosmic energy to throw a lamp at them or something; creating a disturbance that ripples across branespace as energy conservation kicks in and reality scrambles to find a balance between everything and nothing, vanishing a few kittens in the process. Then I'd "laugh" in a frequency that only dogs can hear and return to my gravesite to emo over my lot.
![Image for post In an episode of Tom & Jerry where they're attacking each other with fireworks, Tom is killed in a firework explosion that creates the 48 star U.S. flag, which Jerry salutes. He sends a letter, asking to send more cats. JOKE: Jerry has been on a cat-killing spree. Whenever he kills another cat, another star is added to the U.S. flag. Every time that happens, Jerry watches the [new flag] firework explosion, saluting the new U.S. flag. So that's 48 cats killed, now ready to add a 49th star. USA! The 13 stripes represent the first 13 cats Jerry killed & did so all at once. A real killer, amirite?](https://thumb.amirite.com/nw2Tfy02e9VLKZGIkGuGBSDLJ-4=/fit-in/432x0/https%3A%2F%2Fdata.amirite.com%2Fposts%2Ff5%2F29%2Ff4a1ad84550f.jpg)
I donno. Death would be kind of hard if (say) I had to watch humans from some Netherworld - some world of Ideas, stripped of all that's required to enjoy life (that is, a physical body). I'd probably get bored and restless and envious and start screwing with people who look like they're having a good time.
It's fucked up, I know. But necessary.
I'd probably use a bit of cosmic energy to throw a lamp at them or something; creating a disturbance that ripples across branespace as energy conservation kicks in and reality scrambles to find a balance between everything and nothing, vanishing a few kittens in the process. Then I'd "laugh" in a frequency that only dogs can hear and return to my gravesite to emo over my lot.