Jesus hated having Sunday brunches with his dad. Who invites their son for a brunch on a Sunday? He didn’t want to sound sexist here, but isn’t that what married women going through a midlife crisis did? But what could he do, he couldn’t defy God after all. Actually he could, but then he’d have to spend the rest of his life in eternal damnation and that was such a drag. And after all, he could suffer though 1 hour with his dad if it meant God left him alone for the rest of the week.
“We’ll never know what this is, till we take a look inside,
I’m sure we’ll find, what came before it dies.”
He remembered only figments. Hints of a previous life he must have had. That was the only plausible explanation.
He didn’t know what to write. He would’ve thought writing his suicide note would be easy-but it wasn’t. It wasn’t possible that you could justify killing yourself in just half a page.
“It is with great sadness that we have to inform you that the relief team that was supposed to take your place on Pluto has been crashed into by an asteroid. They had almost navigated through the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter successfully when the accident happened. No survivors remain. I repeat. No survivors remain. We have been working very hard to pinpoint what exactly went wrong, but as of yet we have not been able to come up with any answers. Those were brave men and women, and they shall be forever remembered.
It took us 3 years to plan that mission and any subsequent team will require a further 3 years to reach Pluto. And after the failure of this mission, it will take us some time to diagnose what went wrong and correct our mistakes. Thus in the foreseeable future, no relief team will be sent to Pluto. This has been a very unfortunate turn of events but no one could have foreseen this. We will be here to guide you through the rest of your stay and in the meantime working overtime to come up with a solution.
May the Lord give us strength to soldier through the bad times.”