On a particularly light-hearted moment, I entered a conversation about organ donation. Are people generally for or against organ donation? One response was, “Take everything, I don’t need it.” This was an incredibly sensible and practical response; it wasn’t mine. I confessed that the idea of walking around in the afterlife without a couple of key parts, like my eyes and my heart, gives me the creeps. That’s right, I, who have not practiced Catholicism since boyhood, who aspires to epitomize logic and reason… gets the creeps about not having eyes or a heart in the afterlife.
The response to my confession was a surprisingly good out, “Once you make it to heaven, you’ll be whole again.” That’s great; it means that in some ways, I don’t need to worry about how my body parts are parceled out. I suppose that in the other case, lacking my eyes or heart would be the least of my worries.