Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Bury Me in My Robe

William Rehnquist is dead, and his death brings up a number of questions.

Of course it brings up the question of the Supreme Court and what the new balance will be now that John Roberts will be taking over & Sandra Day O'Connor's space still needs to be filled.

For me it also brings the question of why a 80-year-old man wanted to work basically until the day of his death. It was obvious he was very very sick, so why continue working?

I suppose he may have continued as a way to cheat death, thinking as long as he kept going he wouldn't die.

More likely he had achieved a point of such status and importance in this country, both today and in the annals of history that nothing else seemed any more attractive in his last days. Why relax and try to enjoy your last days smelling a flower or watching kids play, or any of the other things you're supposed to value so much in this life, when what you really love doing is putting on a big robe and having meaty dialogues about the biggest issues the country and world face?

Hell, I guess I would've gone out the same way.

You weren't really my cup of tea, Mr. Rehnquist, but I hope you sucked the marrow out of life. From here it looks like you did.

@ oddjack, the talk is not so much about Rehnquist's legacy but about the sure-thing odds of his death versus the surprise demise of Bob Denver ("Gilligan") in the celebrity death pool.

@ ou jmc 1013: MR Red, David says: "It seems to me that the media has spent too much time talking about John Roberts and not enough time covering the life and times of Rehnquist. Most of the news reports I've seen focus either on his replacement or the changing Court. Granted both are important but we need to remember those that have come before."

@ Peace Like A River, Jeff says: "Does it really serve the country well when you're carried out feet first, still wearing your robe?"

@ Brendan Calling from the Underground, Brendan says: "I am GLAD the old racist is dead."

@ Naked Voodoo Chicken Dance, a tale of two funerals -- Rehnquist's and Vera down in New Orleans.