Grim reaper? Who? Me?
When Hearts have a player in their starting line-up, and Celtic bring on a substitute, who is younger than two of your own grandchildren it is time to pause for reflection.
And the over-riding feeling, apart from being grateful to be here talking about it, is a sense of positivity about the game's immediate future.
It's one thing revelling in the image of being Scottish football's Grim Reaper, but it's not true.
It's amusing, but it's not true.
The weekend was an uplifting experience for me and everybody else on a variety of levels.
Karamoko Dembele and Aaron Hickey were a pleasing insight into seasons to come.
The size of the crowd at Kilmarnock, and the locals' reaction to finishing in the top three for the first time in fifty-three years while qualifying for Europe at the same time, was remarkable.
And then there was the mongrel dog of the Premiership, Hamilton Accies, pulling off their annual act of escapology and staying in the division against all expectations.
They're unattractive in terms of their image. They have no high profile players. They don't even have four stands inside their ground. But they have honesty of purpose and a survival instinct which is second to none.
What's not to love?
We might even have something positive to contemplate in terms of the national side once Steve Clarke is confirmed as Scotland manager.
Rugby Park was best known for empty blue seats when what were loosely termed as the highlights from their games were shown on television.
Clarke single-handedly re-invented the club and built up a support who re-discovered their love for their local club. It has been a transformation of miraculous proportions, and if he can do the same with a moribund national team then he will be doing more for the country than the country has done for him so far.
The loss to Kilmarnock is incalculable, but the SFA's gain could be priceless.
The only blemish on an otherwise heartening weekend was Clarke having to put up with the song aimed at him by the Rangers fans who once prompted the manager to say that the country could regress to the "dark ages" at times.
The season on the park has been fascinating. The season off the park has occasionally been regrettable for lapses in behaviour that really ought to be no part of a civilised society.
The unavoidable, if inconvenient, truth is that these lapses in behaviour will not be disappearing any time soon.
We are now about to embark on the most highly charged season for decades, perhaps of all time in Scottish football.
Celtic's need to get nine league titles in a row is matched only by Rangers' determination to prevent them from reaching that target.
On the park, it may come down to a league title win determined by who does the best business in the transfer market over the Summer.
Off the park, it is only being honest to acknowledge that we will have to cross our fingers and hope the tension surrounding the outcome of the league championship can be kept at a manageable level.
There is so much to be optimistic about in the coming months. There is also a lot to be wary of at the same time.
Hopefully the games will be sufficiently keen and competitive enough to distract even the anti-social element from questionable conduct.
A properly competitive element and a healthy rivalry are essential ingredients for the making of a worthwhile league. Our product is better than it is given credit for being. Long may that continue to be the case.
The weekend hinted at that being eminently possible.
Next weekend the curtain will come down on the domestic season with a Scottish Cup final that promises to be fitting of the day.
Celtic versus Hearts is traditionally one of our game's highlights. The background surrounding Neil Lennon's future and Celtic's attempt at a historic triple treble will ensure this meeting is no different.
We're in a good place, and we have the ability to stay there in the future if recent days are anything to go by.
Grim Reaper? Who? Me?
Not a chance