Title: Dead.
Rating: PG-13 (due to subject matter)
Disclaimer: Personal work.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Looking at things from a different (and somewhat morbid) angle.
Note: I don’t know where this came from. It just magically appeared -poof!- in my head

Today, I am dead. I’m not quite sure how it happened. Perhaps I fell down a flight of stairs? Maybe I’d been diagnosed with some terminal illness months before. I also could have been electrocuted, or stabbed, or starved, or drowned.

Or hit by a bus.

I don’t think it really matters how I died, though. I’m still dead after all the logic and reasoning is done. That means, somewhere, someone is crying for me. And someone else is probably writing some nice thing to say about me now that I’ve passed. Someone needs comfort and someone else gives it. Fond words are being spoken about me, somewhere. Memories shared and tears dried.

But what do I care? I’m dead.

Perhaps I’ll be buried in the same plot as my grandparents. Or maybe they’ll burn me and keep my ashes in a large urn. It probably won’t be a burial at sea. I don’t think that sort of thing is done all that often anymore. There’s always a chance that I’ll be donated to science. Do you think my body could help solve some major crisis? Teach a new doctor?

It won’t hurt, will it?

Probably not. I’m dead.

Dead?