One of my yoga buddies told this story about her recently departed Dad.
He’d turned 91, and had a clean finish.
Turns out he’d been a practitioner of transcendental meditation for 50 years, but that’s not the funny part.
Apparently, part of being a TM devotee meant visiting your local watering hole on a daily basis.
You heard that right. Every day he’d perch upon his favorite bar stool at TGIF and have a few.
Every day.
Every day since 1985.
As of this writing, that was a smidgen over 12,000 days ago.
TWELVE THOUSAND DAYS!
That’s a lot of days.
That’s a lot of drinks.
And, here’s the best part. Guess how his good buddies from TGIF decided they would honor his memory?
You got it. His ashes are sitting high up on the bar, in his favorite mug (sealed, I’m sure), with a little plaque on the mug and on his favorite barstool.
There you have it. A good way to transcend death is to make sure you’ve etched yourself into someone’s, or something’s, life. And her Dad did exactly that.
What’s your barstool going to say?
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