On this Friday night my wife and I, for our recreation, watched “The Clash of the Titans.” We have wanted to watch it since it came out. Yes, I am talking about the most recent version that did not receive high scores from critics. Overall, I thought it was a decent movie and would not mind revisiting it.

However, the ratings for this movie or my feelings are not the subject of this post. The spotlight falls directly on the Ferryman. I am familiar with Greek mythology and the role of the Ferryman, acting as shepherd to the souls of the newly deceased across the river Styx to the world of dead. A coin is placed in the mouth of the dead or two coins upon the eyes for the Ferryman’s services.

Yes it all makes perfect sense. You pay to be transported just like taking a taxi after a long night of drinking. My point is we can infer what the person driving the cab spends his money on — food, shelter, bills, etcetera. The Ferryman on the other hand is another story. Let’s just say he takes a few hundred people a day across the river Styx. What does he do with all the money he amasses? It is definitely not on a new boat. Every movie that has featured the Ferryman shows him as a haggard old man with a long gnarled pole pushing a rotting wooden boat. Occasionally it has moss growing on it.

This guy from a business standpoint can’t lose. Even in a recession he wins. Not to be morbid, but if the stock market crashed it would be in his favor. Ok, that was going a little to far. Let’s get back to my original point. Where does all the money go? I don’t know.

What I would like to see is a movie where someone dies and they are being ferried across the river Styx and they say “Hey Ferryman are those new shoes?” He could say, “Why yes they are. They have a waterproof, breathable membrane to keep my feet dry and comfortable.” Now that would be something.

Personally, if I where to think hard enough I would say the Ferryman blows all his hard earned cash on his cookie jar collection. I am sorry I can’t reveal my sources. The Ferryman also pays good money to cover-up his fanaticism for cookie jars. Oops! Well now you know where some of the money goes.

Until next time, be sure to tip your Ferryman.