STEVE: Y’ever wonder about the first person to die only for some asshole to come along, look down – or maybe up, I don’t know – wasn’t there. But they look at what’s left of the poor bastard, shake their head, (HALF-HEARTED) “Shame,” (“NORMAL” VOICE) and then continue on with their day as if they hadn’t seen a dead body?
I wonder what they must’ve seen.
Not the dead guy, of course, though I am curious about what he saw too. And I’m sure I’ll see something similar soon enough.
But what about the other guy? What did he see?
Was the corpse still warm?
How many pieces were there, and did they find it all before a bear made off with some?
Did it happen in front of them? Or maybe they came in mid-scene – no context, just a corpse in a cave with too many pine cones up his ass.
STEVE: The most utterly depressing thought I can manage at the moment is… in knowing all this suffering is, quite literally, pointless. All of it. The [INSERT CURRENT HOT TOPIC], the [INSERT RECENT HOT NEWS STORY], [INSERT WORTHLESS, YET UTTERLY STUPID WHATEVER] – all pointless tragedies of equal measure, sure.
And all in the face of certain death. And following that, likely cosmic heat death.
Bit of a hat-on-hat, if you ask me.
I mean, how much deader can it get?
Makes you question the whole divine plan thing. Just a little.
What’s divine about anyone who can’t sort out a decent ending to their work, huh? That’s just sloppy craftsmanship. No love or passion at all. It’s lazy.
And you can’t blame humanity for having to fill in all the blanks. We’re curious things.
I suppose that’s why we always have to touch the fire or attempt a [INSERT THE LATEST SENSITIVE COCKUP OF DISCUSSION] before you realize you’ve made a big oopsie. Or watch someone else try first. See how it goes.
“Oh, [LATEST SENSITIVE COCKUP OF DISCUSSION]? Yeah. Turns out it burns something nasty. Not too bad though – leaves you a bit raw for a day or two. Unless you’ve recorded it like some flaccid halfwit.”
Anyway. I finally got around to watching [INSERT LITERALLY ANY FILM WITH ACTOR BILL HADER]. I think it disappointed me some.
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