have you wondered what your funeral will be like?

do you perhaps dream about a teakwood, pinewood, polished coffin being slowly lowered into the ground? do you think about how you'll be lying inside, cold, hands laced above your abdomen, as though you're asleep, except you're bloodless and white with death? your loved ones, family, friends, all around, in black mourning dress?

how many people attends your funeral when you think of your funeral? will it be a large amassing of people on an open green field? will it be a cosy small ceremony? will they be weeping softly with grief or will they be wailing their loss?

when you die and people cry, are they crying for their loss or your death?

when you were young, did you dream about being cremated and then having your ashes spread romantically over the mountains or cast idyllically into the wind over the sea?

i did. i didn't want to be buried six feet under and be all alone and be eaten by worms or be left to rot away.

when i die, if i were to be buried, i want to lie in a glass coffin. i want them to see me lowered into the ground. i want the first person to throw dirt on me to see my closed peaceful eyes and laced fingers and ashen complexion.

don't you wonder about lying there all alone?

imagine. dying. really being gone from this world.