All Dressed Up and No Place to Go


I probably shouldn’t do this. It’s against my better judgment. After all, my philosophy is “you do you and I’ll do me.” So I’d be better off just keeping my mouth shut and minding my own business.

I also suggest, should you decide to take a moment and continue reading this post, that you lower your expectations, since I have no special qualifications or knowledge on the subject matter. I am merely expressing my opinion.

So what, exactly, is the subject matter? No biggie. Just the purpose of life is all.

I read a blog post earlier today in which the blogger wrote, “the reason for life is for God to know me, love me, and serve me.” Then the blogger said that our life’s purpose, our mission, is “to know, love, and serve God in this life so we will be happy with Him in Eternity.”

Now I’m not being critical of this blogger for her beliefs. Hey, whatever floats your boat, you know. But what she wrote did confuse me. The two statements seem contradictory to me. Is the purpose of life to let God know, love, and serve us? Or is it for us to know, love, and serve God? Which is it? Or is it both?

The blogger also can’t understand why anyone would fear death, because death is what allows us to be happy with God for eternity. Death, the blogger contends, is life changed, not life taken away.

I think the blogger has a point. Why bother fearing death if the sole purpose of life is to “be happy with God for eternity” and death brings you closer to it?

You see, this is why I’m an atheist. I believe that death is the end, that there is no afterlife, no eternity to be spent at the right hand of God. So I want to live my life to the fullest because death, I believe, is life taken away.

The blogger ended her post by writing, “The atheist reasoning best explained from an epitaph etched on a gravestone. ‘All dressed up and no place to go.’”

Yes, I agree with that. When it comes to death, the end is not a new beginning. It’s just the end and there is no place else to go.

Written for today’s Your Daily Word Prompt, “qualification,” for the Word of the Day Challenge, “expectation,” and for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, “moment.”

Time to Write — The Assignation

img_1208Ted stepped out of the shower in his hotel room, dried himself off, put on his best pair of silk pajamas, and sat down on the edge of bed. He glanced over at the digital clock on the bedside table. It was 7:56. She should be arriving any minute now.

He was excited that Carol had finally agreed to this assignation. Both of them were married to others, but they had been flirting with one another almost from the day she had been hired. She didn’t work for him, so he rationalized that having an extramarital affair with a peer was okay.

Ted turned on the TV in an effort to distract himself, but he couldn’t take his mind off what was about to happen. He glanced over at the clock once again. 8:28. She was late.

Reaching for his cellphone, he dialed her number, but it went right to voicemail. Ted figured she must be on her way, so he went back to watching whatever inane show happened to be on TV.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the hotel room door. Ted jumped up, barely able to contain his excitement. As he opened the door, a large man pushed his way into the room, causing Ted to fall backwards and onto the bed.

“Who the hell are you?” Ted asked.

The man closed the hotel room door. “I’m Jake,” he said.

“Jake? Carol’s husband?”

“Ah, so you know about me, huh?” the man said.

“Where’s Carol?” Ted asked.

“Carol is, shall we say, indisposed,” Jake said, a nasty sneer appearing on his face. “She won’t be joining us this evening, I’m afraid.”

“Is she all right?” Ted demanded to know.

“She’s in a better place now,” Jake replied.

“I want to see her.”

“Don’t worry pal, you’ll be joining her shortly,” Jake said. And then he suddenly jumped to the bed, landing almost on top of Ted. Jake pulled out a dagger from his jacket and thrust it deep into Ted’s gut.

Gushing blood began spreading across Ted’s silk pajamas and he was starting to feel faint. Right before passing out, Ted heard Jack say, “You two will now be together for eternity.”

Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write prompt. The challenge is to write a story set in a hotel room.