"Life, in my estimation, is a biological misadventure that we terminate on the shoulders of six strange men whose only objective is to make a hole in one with you"
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Life is not a gift, Fred Allen suggests; it is a botched experiment with a punchline waiting at the end of the fairway. Calling existence a "biological misadventure" yanks the reader out of sentimental habit and into Allen's preferred terrain: the deadpan autopsy of everyday pieties. The phrase has the mock-clinical chill of a lab report, as if the human condition could be filed under "operator error". That distance is the trick. By refusing consolation, he makes space for comedy that feels bracingly honest.
Then he lands the real jab: death as a group project managed by "six strange men". The detail is doing double work. It reminds you that your finale is outsourced to strangers (a modern anxiety before it had a name) and that even your most intimate moment becomes a logistical procedure with a crew, uniforms, and schedules. The "shoulders" image turns pallbearers into infrastructure: you are literally carried by anonymous labor.
The coup is the golf metaphor. "Make a hole in one with you" is grotesque and elegant at once, collapsing burial into sport. It skewers the way society sanitizes mortality with ritual and euphemism: we pretend it's dignified, but Allen hears the clatter of a game, a scorecard, an objective. Coming from a comedian who worked in radio's golden age, this reads as classic mid-century cynicism dressed as a one-liner: the world is absurd, death is bureaucratic, and language is the only place you get to win.
Then he lands the real jab: death as a group project managed by "six strange men". The detail is doing double work. It reminds you that your finale is outsourced to strangers (a modern anxiety before it had a name) and that even your most intimate moment becomes a logistical procedure with a crew, uniforms, and schedules. The "shoulders" image turns pallbearers into infrastructure: you are literally carried by anonymous labor.
The coup is the golf metaphor. "Make a hole in one with you" is grotesque and elegant at once, collapsing burial into sport. It skewers the way society sanitizes mortality with ritual and euphemism: we pretend it's dignified, but Allen hears the clatter of a game, a scorecard, an objective. Coming from a comedian who worked in radio's golden age, this reads as classic mid-century cynicism dressed as a one-liner: the world is absurd, death is bureaucratic, and language is the only place you get to win.
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| Topic | Mortality |
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