LOL I LOVE your *exact* translation !!!!
and those skulls on there...are they human ones? They appear to be some kind of pumpkin headed alien skulls.

True, my translation wasn’t exact: I had serious difficulties translating this simple text. It deals with people in their quality as “human beings”, but you can’t say “what are human beings doing”; “man” would be a possibility, but it’s a singular; “the human race” doesn’t sound right either.

Dutch or German would be no problem at all. “Ach, was treiben die Menschen, die doch bald zu Staub werden werden?” A nice lesson in German for prospective visitors of Germany (whose Kathrin has left): “werden werden” is very funny, but also quite idiomatic. :-)

Important, of course, is the message: Why should you want to be on “What’s hot”, if you’re bound to fertilize the soil anytime soon?

BTW, I do think the remains dug out are human; otherwise image and text wouldn’t fit well together. Probably, the medieval people’s pumpkin skulls were due to bad food and lack of vitamins.

I don't care if it was exact or not I love it!
HEE HEE HEE Thank you for the german lesson
I wish I could remember it ;-))))

and well it's not that you should *want* to be on what's hot...sometimes you just
deserve to be...and it's the *sometimes* the inbetween events before you turn into fertilizer
that are the answer to any question that begins with "why should"
MWAH! almost there bestest bud!!! ANOTHER great inbetween event before we both turn into dust right? ;-PPPP

What strikes me, is how long a short period sometimes seems to be. 600 years is generally considered to be “a long time”; on the other hand, it’s also just 12 Nigels in a row... (and even less Kees!). Isn’t that weird?
I suppose every era takes its particular circumstances for granted. The Middle Ages were rough, and I’m quite happy to be living in the present, but now we have a nuclear bombs and other weapons of mass destruction (though not necessarily in Iraq), and state-controlled health care. If a medieval knight saw this, he would probably prefer fighting with his sword, and dying in peace. :-)

O yeah, I also yearn, sometimes, for that caveman feeling, when boys were boys, and girls were girls. Dragging random women by the hair to my place, without the need to make intelligent conversation...
*sigh*
Those were the days, and they won’t come again!
(Oh well, perhaps after that Big Nuclear War... Let’s not despair!)