Either before daily morning Mass, or after, I've been walking. This walking has a dual purpose: exercise and prayer. I pray a rosary while I walk. It takes about 15 minutes, which I consider perfect. My favorite route for walking AND praying is a cemetery. Walking through the cemetery focuses my praying because I pray for certain names on the grave stones. Sometimes it's for all the oldest dates of death. Sometimes it's for children. Sometime's it's for stones so aged with mold and moss covering them that the engravings are illegible.
Today I came across a grave with the inscription above. I know that's a popular saying to put on grave stones. At least that what's I've always been told. But I had never personally seen it. As I read it this morning, it struck me in a humorously reflective way. What kind of person would put such a verse to perpetually mark their last words?
Was the deceased angry? Did he think it was funny? Then again maybe the deceased had no say in the matter; it was the person (not necessarily the deceased) ordering the grave stone.
What are your thoughts?
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