This Easter season has been difficult. My husband died and between the trips to the nursing home and the funeral parlour, I felt exhausted and discombobulated. In the long and lonely evenings I treated myself to Woody Allen, The Documentary. I was strangely comforted by his attitude towards the great mysteries of life and death. Woody admits in the film that he would like to have been a gifted tragedian. Therefore, he asks the great questions. Is there a God? Why is there so much suffering in our world? Always the comic, he takes the clowns approach. About the question of God the interviewer asks, “Can’t you take the leap of faith?”
“I can’t even take the leap of faith about myself,” says Woody.
Personally, I have always appreciated his attitude to death.
“I’m not afraid of death. I just don’t want to be there when it happens,” he says.
A reporter asked if his relationship with death remained the same.
“I’m strongly against it,” he said.
So am I Woody. Cheers.