What a terrible thing it will sound like I'm saying, which
is that AntennaTV (to which I've happily consigned myself for a couple years now
after giving up expensive cable) is great prep for death. Not for 'dying' -
because you could never imagine from their lively depiction on AntennaTV Gracie
Allen or Redd Foxx or Bea Benaderet or Joey Bishop or whoever played the first
Mr. Wilson on Dennis the Menace or Bonnie Franklin or Dick York or Elizabeth
Montgomery or Johnny Carson or Eva Gabor or Sherman Hemsley or Patty Duke or Eddie
Albert or Agnes Morehead et al "dying" - they're completely as alive
as they ever were, maybe more alive than they ever were, in their eternal sit
coms.
No, AntennaTV is great prep for 'death' as the seemingly
inevitable blunt final vanishing which, so far as we know from this side of it,
sort of cancels itself out as no longer provable after the fact. We may have
seen the dead body of a loved one ("loved one" is the fave phrase in
most of the full-of-dire-warnings-commercials on AntennaTV) and therefore once
have seen what we took then as sufficient evidence that death had occurred, but
afterwards - nothing, poof! vanished. And yet it isn't as if whoever vanished
never existed. They existed with absolute stunning full force, and sit coms are
one of the many categories of proof of that. There's plenty of proof that we lived.
But (if you weren't there to see it and even if you were) there's really no
evidence of not-living afterwards.
So what we're left with, or what I'm left with when I
watch, say, Jay North who played Dennis the Menace & was (like me) born in
1951 & is still alive, I see somebody whom I can still imaginatively
inhabit, and in whose performing skin I can trot thru all the sit coms, not
just his, and peer into the evidence of life they eternally offer. I can do
that until one of us - Jay North or myself - undergoes whatever vanishing Eva
Gabor et al underwent; if Jay North vanishes before me, I'll have to forge on
ahead alone, knowing however that I can visit Jay any time I want to as long as
he's being Dennis the Menace on AntennaTV; if I go before Jay North, well, the
point of life or death will be moot, and certainly no proof of the latter can
really be had because I was not on a sit com. (You could find it on Facebook
and Youtube, though.)
So I suppose I should say that AntennaTV is great prep not
so much for one's own death, or really anybody's individual death, but rather
great prep for facing the unfathomable abstraction 'death" is, the
vanishing it seems to represent, and how little that vanishing means compared
to the bursting 1966 life of Samantha, Darrin & Endora on Bewitched which
is eternal. There's no such thing as almost anything we think we know. Now
there's a sentence to chaw on whilst you watch Joey Bishop. (Did you know he
had a sit com? I sure didn't until AntennaTV showed me that and, well, so much
else.)
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