mikeyaw
Andover, MN
age: 51
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I Had So Much Fun Flying, I Died!
The wife just left crying, my poor daughter the same in tears…. “I am dead,” I muttered. All I could do was look down at a lifeless corpse and gaze at what was left of my family as they walked out the hospital room door…..I was dead now! Heart disease and smoking had taken their toll. My body at age Sixty-five was now lifeless; just a dead piece of meat lying on the hospital bed waiting to be taken to the morgue and I just left too float in the room, so it seemed. I just a ghost nothing more now; I really knew not what to do? Anyone else in this realm of being, for now at least, rushed by so fast I could not relate to them nor they me. Mortals…well it seemed, only I could hear and see them nothing more. They; well… they, other mortals, didn’t even know I was there, apparently.
I was in float and thinking about, all those glory days of flying, gone! Honestly, I was surprised none of the fellows from work had shown up. I thought to myself, “ I was not such a bad fellow, I could make a guy laugh just as well as anyone. Where were they now…or even when I was just laying there flickering in and out of life, like a landing guide light at the side of a runway? Nowhere, nowhere…not a one of the bums from work showed up, not even my co-pilot!”
The door to my room opened and in walked three men. They appeared to be the guys, who were too disconnect my lifeless flesh from the mess of a support system, that tried aimlessly to keep my sick body alive. All I could do was watch. I started thinking to myself as they approached my corpse about the fun I had as a pilot. “It was not much fun. Honestly, I had more fun looking at the girls the whole time, that was the only fun.” I felt a little happier after thinking about all these things and went on in thought as such, while these rascals, who came to ready my body for the morgue, were giving their last night accounts of rough house doings and girl chasing to each other. “Gee…the affairs!” I thought, “ Man I am lucky to even have a wife and daughter too come and cry as I past away. I must have had over a hundred babes over my career as a pilot…hell, I think maybe double that after a bit of thought. Of course…I knew they would not be here! Each of my unblessed mistresses respected the fact that I was married and the flyboys code of not telling on one sleeping around when out of town was never to taken unserious-ly. Gee, I wonder if they will be at the funeral…maybe one or two?”
My thoughts soon turned back to the three interns, it seemed there attentions were finally turning toward me on the bed. Each looked about twenty five and it was apparent they were all single. One, a tall fellow gazed at the tubes and machines as well bags of fluids still attached to my lifeless form. The other two walked around looking at my dead flesh; it seemed, they did not know were to begin.
The tall fellow turned after giving the chart attached to the bed a look and said to the others brightly, “Hay, John, Tommy…this dud is a pilot!” John started laughing out loud and said, “Well, it don’t look like this part is anymore…what did he die of Bob, he looks kind of young.”
Bob spoke as he turned to look at the sack of plasma on the hanger and stand, “ I think the old adulterer crashed of drinking and smoking, it said cancer and heart disease. Ya, it said he was only Sixty-Five.” Bob reached up to the sack and started in again as the others just stood around, “ Testing, Testing control tower come in, I am going down control tower.” “He was such a smart ass I,” thought as I watched, “he was right about the adulterer, big deal.” Bob was enjoying himself as he turned off the plasma and the others soon got in the mood. One more time Bob lead the talk, “Hay, why don’t you go get the roller bed John, it shouldn’t take long to get this Mr. Dive and Crash ready to roll…huh, huh.”
John answered with a snicker, “Sure Bob, this old fool around sure isn’t going anywhere and hell the penis is sure in no hurry now…should we roll him past that dying old lady down the hall. We can do it as a tribute for the old fly boy?”
Tommy, now was ready to get into the smart guy game as he laughingly said, “ Maybe the old bed hopper will pop back to life and run in and give her the flight plan man. Can you see us….‘Hospital Workers Revive Horny Pilot’…right on the front page of the paper.”
I thought to myself as they fumbled feebly at being my savior…, “What a bunch of dorks. I have sure had my disappointments in life, but this eulogy was the worst.“ Although… I was almost ready as I was gaining my legs now; too, go check out this poor girl they mentioned. I thought, “Who knows maybe she is ready to die, a good looker and we can relate…you know!”
John went out the door and Tommy started moving the machines away as Bob disconnected them form my corpse. Both laughed and punned about me being a pilot and I agreed and disagreed as they worked. Was it humiliating, “Yes, but I after all this time and really making it to heaven…loved every minute of it.”
He works hard now in heaven on the possibility of being a pilot in the next life. I mean the part of my being, of which I lost on purpose, way back in high school. I could only see my life going that vain and to such ends as a pilot. Me, I am an author and enjoying it; I get girls too! By Michael J. Pinger 10:51 PM 3/1/07
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