Speaking of dead, believe it or not this is the second time I’ve been online since MBS1, and the first was like a couple of days before yesterday. Clearly, if you’re in the kind of practice I’m in, being offline that long should be a crime. If you checked my last post BEFORE the last one, you can tell that I can go for more than two days and I know you should all get my head for that…

But really, last night I had some really shocking news about someone who died. You see, few months ago, Kaye rescued a kitten when she was on her way home. We learned later that the kitten’s mother was just around the village and whenever we see her sauntering the streets by herself, I tell Kaye that one of these days we ought to reunite the kitten (now a cat), jokingly named “Pipao” with her maternal unit. Last night, on her way home, Kaye found Pipao’s mom lying DEAD on the street: as in Road Kill dead. I was devastated too since I’ve grown endeared to Pipao. You know, I feel strangely relieved that no human can cat-talk their way into explaining to Pipao that her mother had died.

If I may digress, again, a few years ago, my friend told me about this Hungarian song that had some really morbid themes surrounding it. The legend goes that the composer wrote a song for his former lover who after the release of the song killed herself. The composer later killed himself as well. Hmm…

A little more history, the song was later rewritten in English to be entitled “Gloomy Sunday” and I believe that the first of that rendition ever recorded is the one done by Billy Holiday which drew a lot of attention at that time when it was released not only because it was connected to several suicides, but because Holiday’s version is the most well known English version of the song to date. Not to be toppled its successors, those that came out later at the dawn of the 21st century: One by Sarah McLachlan and the other is freakishly done by Bjork. Yikes! So it’s really done by the queens of morbid voices. Otherwise, who wouldn’t be depressed. Imagine Gloomy Sunday done by, hmm, The Darkness, haha! Try getting depressed with that. Or try, Meatloaf! I can imagine how the music video will go already. *big grin*

Okay, back to the dead cat. I feel devastated for Pipao. Then again, how does a living creature know or feel the sadness of a death if you don’t even know it happened? If that composer’s former lover hadn’t killed herself, or at least did not know she’d kill herself, or had killed herself - I suppose he wouldn’t have killed himself out of grief. And started that chain of suicides that followed. After all, it was just a song about dying. No one died before that. IGNORANCE IS BLISS!