Goody, humans.

Welcome to the safe space for dangerous ideas.

I thought I'd share with you a few thoughts about grief and losing a parent and play for you the eulogy that I gave at my father's funeral because there are lots of questions and very kind thoughts that people have extended over this period.

I'll tell you, it's been tricky for the past month because I got the old influenza as well.

Not only have I been dealing with the passing of my father and the fallout of this big long round the world podcast marathon tour.

But my handy hint for you all is don't get the the influenza this year it's nasty it's a nasty strain i was an idiot i didn't get a flu shot

and now i've been not exactly sick i wouldn't say exactly sick uh It would be unfair to say that I felt, you know, proactively sick.

But what the flu makes you feel, which a regular rhino virus, like a cold doesn't, is it makes you feel like you've run a marathon, bench pressed at 300 pounds, and then gone on a whirly roller coaster that spins you

around and you're dizzy and can't stand up. Apart from that, you feel fine. So if that's

the way you want to feel, go out, don't get a flu shot this year and go out and catch the

influenza. I'm fine now, ish, as you can hear by my voice, ish. And because I don't want to sort of leave you all hanging about messages of sympathy about my father who died, when was that?

It must have been at least a month ago now.

Are you supposed to remember people's death dates?

Is that an important thing to know?

Do you need to know when your father died? It wasn't long ago. But lots of people have been saying, well, how you're doing? What was it all about? Let me share a couple of thoughts in case they're helpful because at some stage you're probably going to have to deal with somebody dying as well. I hope, I mean, hopefully you deal with somebody dying. If you don't, that means that the person who died was you.

So let's all look forward to having everyone around us die,

because that means we get to live a long life.

The thing about losing someone to Alzheimer's,

which is what my dad died of,

is that you go through this very strange

period for years where the person isn't really there in the sense that you don't have a

relationship with this person where if something funny happens to you or something unusual

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