While memorials should be set in place to fondly remember those who have passed on, sometimes they are the saddest things in the world.
Unless you are a squirrel who has no concept of conciseness, you’ve probably been lying in bed thinking about your own mortality recently. It is an enormous thing to try and wrap your head around. Oddly enough, death only matters to the living. But enough philosophical baloney.
Aside from lying awake in the dark, nothing snaps you into the mortality line of thought faster than slightly sad memorials. For example, and as pictured, a memorial drinking fountain. Not to take away from the good intentions behind this action, but a drinking fountain?
Bam, thinking. Will I be remembered with more or less than a drinking fountain? Do I even want or need to be remembered? Do I go to another floor in search for a non-memorial drinking fountain? Is it alright to make fun of the sad memorial as a release of the tension created by these now radically deeper thoughts?
Enough of that. You’re not dead yet. And if you ever decide to write a hit indie movie, you have a good bit for it. Not that moviegoers will believe that a memorial drinking fountain exists. Because, honestly, aren’t awkwardly sad memorials reserved for park benches?
P.S. If you live in Wisconsin, I’m talking about a memorial bubbler.