The closest encounter we have with death when we are alive is as a witness. We see people die. And they never return, unless if the cause of death is a vampire or a zombie which would be a whole different topic. We are afraid of death, we prefer not encountering it and still we are mystified by the very term. Probably because every death is a follow up of some sickness or problem, the only reason we associate death with melancholy. What if death was something that came to a man in his best laugh, laugh oneself to death way, would death we taken as negative as now. We might have envied the dead to have attained the top most happiness and now he can pass to some other level. And probably good jokes would be banned in the nation as weapon of mass destruction.
Well death is a fine concept if we had a good control over it. Death should have been caused with the finest happiness and satisfaction not by dissatisfaction. How good it would sound if life’s to-do lists conclude with Death than be interrupted by one. That would be the perfect last note of life.
I dread death myself. Is there any vampire out there? Bite me!
Well death as I want to encounter it, should be very willingly. I am ready to cooperate with Death, make a deal to come to him without even doing a doctor trip trying to postpone a few days. Just take it in a snap will you!
Now people always wonder about how they would end up in the life, successful / unsuccessful, death in a royal bed or death in a floor mat is all they actually fight for in the life. Work hard and you get a comfortable bed to finish the art of life. And you wonder was this where the path was leading to. The entire struggle of life was just to end up in a good bed.
My death, I would like to encounter it alone. I am sure it aint one of those socializing events in your life to be shared. Death should be private, unless you are butchered in public by thugs. I don’t want these tens of people surrounding me while I trip out. I don’t want them holding me back or looking forward for the same. Both are unworthy at the movement of death. Accept the change than trying to hold down and make a mess. The best treat I can give myself would be a peace and calmness in mind before I enjoy my experience. It is once in a life time experience why spoil it with weird anxieties. Just like how we enjoy ice creams and chocolate with leisure, getting every bit of it to do its magic.
I would want to go down to one of that greenery solitude place where murdered people are thrown and no police ever take efforts to check. Note: Have to Google “Top 10 spots to throw your Kills”. Lie down in a green swampy place in support to the stronger tree than myself, stare and laugh at the still mechanical world, do a quick recap of both the tampered and untampered memories I managed to retain. It will be like one of the pre exam last minute revisions, how much ever you seem to be ready there is this urge inside you that would want you to flip back to some parts and revise it again.
It would be generous of death, if I can have my appointment fixed by myself. Five thirtyish at evening sounds good, the right light, to paint the last picture of what you see in your mind. If only we had a small memory stuck to the soul to tag along. A token to an adventure worthy to be fought the same way again and again.