The words on the stone above me slowly became sharper and easier to read.
Beneath this monument marking my scheduled passage and arrival on
this world my body slowly gained form. A layer of dust became bones,
another layer of dust became
rotted flesh. Rotted flesh over the years became solid flesh, giving my
shape to a lifeless black suit of clothes
As the time neared for my death, it became common for my descendents and
surviving friends and relatives to visit and think. I was unaware that
my grandchildren and children
were now visiting my burial site. The time of my death was drawing
nearer
A ceremony was held in my honor, or so I was told. Family and friends
gathered in joy
as my body was raised from the earth. I was transferred to a waiting
hearse. This vehicle brought me to the funeral parlor, where embalmers
brought my body to a more deathlike appearance.
From there my body was taken to a hospital and an awaiting bed. Soon
death would come. Family members awaited this moment joyously. My wife
held my hand as
the time approached.
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