When I Die…
When I die,
I don’t want to be buried under bricks and cement
Just a fertile soil and green grasses
I don’t want tomb with religious affiliation
Just simple stuffs, name, RIP, DoB, & DoD
When I die,
I would love to share my grave with my loved one(s)
Especially my wife, if I had any by the time I pass
Of course she could refuse to share
And I won’t be alive to painfully know her refusal
When I die,
I want people to mourn me
Cry their hearts out as if they couldn’t live without me
I want my funeral to be attended by thousands
Just like Jean-Paul Sartre’s
Also broadcasted and seen by millions
Like Princess Diana’s
That would really make me feel special
(Yeah right, like I would still be able to feel)
When I die,
I don’t want to go to heaven
At least not to the so-called “better place”
I don’t need 7 angels, milk river, and golden gate
Nothing is better than being on earth with my loved ones
(I can say that for now…)
After death,
I think it’s either I reincarnate or end for good
So pathetic is the idea of heaven, a utopia of those dreamers
Who cannot accept pains and sufferings
Death,
An event, inevitable one
And yet we can prepare for it, having this and that in advance
Just to make it extraordinary
Like a play,
Death needs a spectacular ending
Precedented by spectacular acts from spectacular actor(s)
I’ve wished for spectacular end, but have I acted spectacularly?
Only the audience can tell
