I did. It wasn’t pretty; I was miserable, and it was horribly uncomfortable. How are you writing now? You ask. The context matters here.

Every Monday, I join Hun and our creatures at our homeschool coop for lunch. This past Monday was different. Hun teaches a forensic science class, and is a top shelf professional at it, let me tell you! She called before lunch on Monday and asked if I could play a dead person in a scenario for her kids to solve the whodunnit. I was game. We love whodunnits in our home. I expected this to take about 7 minutes. It did not. Instead, I had to lay perfectly still on the concrete floor for almost 40 minutes. I’m too old for this. The “perfectly still” was important. Since these hyper-literalist homeschool kids shouted every time I flinched that “He’s not dead!” I had to sell it. The “concrete floor” part was also important, too, since I started cramping up, going numb, and really hurting. Again, I feel 147 years old. I hoped that these micro-Columbos would solve this thing quick, I would help Hun, and I would be on my living way. Nope. Nope. And nope.

This did create an opportunity for witty banter between myself and Hun. “You look good for a dead victim… I will always be your dead guy…” That sort of stuff.

What did I learn from this?

(1) Plans do not always go your way. Sometimes, you just have to keep playing dead, even it if takes longer than you wanted.

(2) Doing something for someone else costs. As Christians in all relationships, those are costs that must be paid, and are worth paying. Even if it means, children yell at you for moving a finger.

(3) Sometimes your wife just needs you to play dead. Your kids will love it, too. Our older kids thought it was hilarious. I’m not sure that point is applicable in every situation. Use with caution.

(4) Really, I just loved the title, and wanted an excuse to use it. Still, there is always something to learn from life. Learn it, live better for King Jesus as a result.

Until the next time I die,

Devan