The Ultimate Blog of Death Personification~October 27

If you personify death as a grim reaper or a Texan wielding a chainsaw, this story may come as a surprise to you.  On the other hand, if you view life as maybe a little man, similar to a leprechaun, running around with a pirate hat, then you may have had similar experiences as mine listed below.


As a ship captain, I, Captain Morgan, would seem to have an only love for the sea.  Not true!  I have a second lover, death.  We got married three and a half years ago.  Before our marriage came the following proposal and description of her.

I was mutinied upon by my crew, and forced to walk the plank of my own ship, a quarter of a mile from a 35 acre island.  Standing on the edge of a long, thick board, out of nowhere I saw her floating towards me.  Time just stopped when I looked deep into her big, brown eyes.  She wore a a plaid black and pink skirt over black tights that went halfway down her shins.  Below that, a pair of small ballerina shoes.  She had a red tank top on, beneath her Adidas sweatshirt.  On her left wrist were two hairbands:  one pink and the other blue.  Her brown hair with sparse blond highlights was put back in a ponytail, with a few strands falling into her face.  Her skin was a darker color, looking like possibly a Spaniard.  Her face had moderately low cheek bones, which came forward to make her tiny, pudgy nose.  Surrounding her eyes were thick eyelashes.  Her eyebrows were very thin, but if any color different from her hair, they were a slightly dirty blond color.  All other features were just nondescript:  no glasses, no abnormalities, symmetrical.  {To my teacher, I'm sure you can guess one last identifying characteristic of her.}  I  just fell short of any words to express my love.  She floated towards me, seeming so much like a dream.  I couldn't help but to meander towards her.  On my way over, I fell down into a puddle or something.  When I reached her, it just slipped out:  "Will you marry me?"  That was the best day of my life.  I spent and am spending the rest of my life with her.  The only thing I miss is I have never been able to see anyone from before that day.  Curious thing, isn't it? 

I only missed one thing:  apparently some kind of contract is involved with marriage that ship captains aren't aware of.  When it is said will you take your wife until death and you marry death, you obviously aren't going to get out of the marriage too easily.