This Is How You Die

The Death of the Mild-Mannered.

My death will be an event.

Televised, if I have it my way. Few, if any, people will be allowed to in-person-witness the unwholesome and yet entirely erotic madness of me physically turning myself inside-out.

Very ordinary

I don’t expect to die an interesting death.

There’ll have been hospitals first. Illness. Surgeries, maybe. Getting used to daily pain and the slow dimming. And I’ll have held on, fought for life like I’ve always fought for everything.

And one day, I’ll think: oh. It’s alright really. I can let go. And I’ll stop fighting and go down into it, and let the waters close over my head.

The good news is that you don’t have to do anything to die. All you do is stop doing. 

This Is How I Die:

Defending colonists on Mars from pirates, fighting along side my grandson Ace, at the age of 120.