Don’t Mourn Me

I’m having a day. I’ve been having days; but today is intense.

I’ve been asking myself once again what my point in life is; and again, finding no words other than nothing. Instead of dwelling on how useless I am to myself, though; I decided to think of how I want guys to deal with my death.

It’s pretty simple. I don’t want grieving. Yes, it would be nice to have people be saddened, so moved by my death that they need weeks to feel anything but sombre. However, I rarely mourn that long. After a day, or three, I’m back to the way I was before knowing of the death. I’d prefer if they celebrated having known me. Have a party; watch a fun movie; laugh at nothing; dance. And then, get over it.

Additionally, I would like it if there was no burial. If my body is found; although I intend to give my body for organ donation; cremate it, and toss the ashes onto Mount Kenya.

Furthermore, I’d like everything of mine burned; photos, clothes, certificates; written works, and online accounts deleted. Every single trace of me gone.

I think I’d rest well, then; if I don’t disappear into oblivion as energy matter.


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