How should a person be
When I die I want all my stuff to be burned with me. I love my stuff. I love it all so much, and I want it to become ash, with the rest of me. All my yarn and craft paper. My favorite legos. and my books oh my books I love my books they have to burn with me. Don’t forget all my Christmas stuff, all the ribbons and ornaments and garland and nutcrackers and candles. Burn all my notebooks, both written and unwritten. My beads! My threads and buttons. My pencils and pens. The paper robots. The metal robots. All of my many boxes and containers and receptacles, the bottles and vials, the bins and baskets, holding my treasures, my trinkets, the absolutely useless junk that define my very essence. Oh, and my lip balms. Don’t forget them.
it’s really a shame I can’t have a sacred underground tomb, my beautiful sarcophagus surrounded by all my glorious shit. and my spirit can wander among it, looking and touching and smelling, for all of eternity.
Instead, when I die, this will be me. This will be my legacy, my existence summed up:
A lifetime of curated love and longing, reduced to a Craigslist post of 12 blurry and lousy photos. cheap plastic tubs, grocery sacks of sadness, piles of loneliness, the rich complexity of my humanness, all for $100…
I’ll be just another life lost, forgotten among objects that no one wants.
Please don’t let me become a Craigslist post. Burn me, with all my meaningless garbage, and we will join the universe of stars once more.