The Last Post: A Challenge
Disclaimer- this is not a suicide letter. I have every intention to keep kicking, screaming, and laughing until my time is officially up. But let’s play the ‘what if’ game, just for shits…
The question is:
What would you write if this were your last piece ever?
Ugh, the thought of that actually brings on a wave of nausea. This challenge kind of goes back to the idea of not waiting to work on a life review.
Although I hope that I still have some time on my side, nothing is guaranteed, and even if I lived to be 120, I’d still not have the review complete. It’s an impossible task. But, Timothy J. Sabo, I like this. So, thank you so much for tagging me.❤
Let’s just jump in to the nitty gritty.
If you find me dead, the first thing I need you to remember is that I’m not in that body.
I’m free. Stop worrying about the shell that held me. Just know that I am everywhere you look. I’m within every person that I’ve ever loved and with those who’ve loved me.
I can’t die. Sure, my body will go, but I am eternal.
(That being said, I won’t be the weirdo ghost. I will give you all your much needed privacy. I get it.)
After I vacate, you’ll have to figure out what to do with my leftovers.
Specifically, I don’t want you to put me in a box beneath the ground. I hate slugs and I’m afraid of the dark. I would prefer it if the creepy crawlies do not feed on my decaying flesh. Ghost-me might be creeped out at that. (Side note- If you haven’t read Stiff: The Curious Life of Human Cadavers, I highly recommend it. Very interesting.)
You could give it to science? —(I find it hilarious that I don’t want slugs sliming on me, but I wouldn’t mind being dissected by a bunch of college students in the lab.) I would love to know what they find in my brain. Maybe my superpower will be discovered post-mortem.
You might feel weird about that, but I’m cool with it. I’m a science teacher. What better legacy to leave!? But fam, if that’s a no go for you, then how about human composting? Repurpose my body…
