Smell

From the vantage point of a recliner in Martha's Arbour, life's pretty good.  We have just had a fantastic meal cooked by our celebrated hostess.  Her brother and 'his lordship', haven't stopped hysterically laughing all evening.  Now everyone knows we are here, and I'm getting that strange feeling of insecure that often pervades our company like a bad odour.

In the distant you can hear the wine, high up, of hovering drones.  Tonight they are far off, over towards Jerusalem.  We are used to them.  Each has a loaded missile designed for a pin point assassination.  It's well know that Jay is high on the certified terrorist hit list.  I guess Lazarus has joined him there.  His association with Jay is not good for his assurance premiums.  One minute he's floating over the river styxs in Hades, the next he's had a recall.  I can joke now, but it was unspeakably sad.  His grave has become a bit of a local tourist attraction. Even the clothes he was wearing at the time are on show, and boy they stink. 

Jays attitude?  He says it not his time yet.  No need to worry.  Enjoy the moment.  I hope he enjoyed the moment when Mary took a bottle of Creed Silver Mountain Water Eau de Parfum (I know the perfume well having bought some for my wife.  I felt the sting of that payment for at least three hours.)  Well, pain and love mix.  Jay was so sweet to Mary.  She, distressed, and he praising her saying that she was preparing him for death.  She knew she wouldn't be able to get near him when it came to the real thing.  Oh Jay, don't talk about death, we're celebrating life.  But I guess he's right, you can't do much with a bottle of perfume if you been blown to smithereens.

From John chapter 12 - The Bible