While the sneaking suspicion that death means the end of it all will, if proved accurate, lead to a state of affairs immensely preferable to an eternity in hellfire, that doesn\u2019t mean that the prospect of extinction doesn\u2019t leave me a little sad on occasions, an emotion sharpened by the recent arrival through the mail of a prospectus inviting me to reserve a place in a local (well, Queens) cemetery ($1,000 off!).<\/p>\n
Making this sad situation even more depressing are all those good hymns there out there on the splendid destiny awaiting those lucky enough to make it through St. Peter\u2019s gates.<\/p>\n
So, to push a little in the other direction, here\u2019s a cheery little ditty by the great Stephin Merritt celebrating (sort of) the idea that all there is is one time round.<\/p>\n