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         I guess I can’t say this was the first. All eyes were on me, and even though the sky gave off the greatest shades of gray, the people’s tears were mistaken for rain. Some were younger and some were older than my permanent age, but every single one of them were here for me. They did not socialize, all they did was sit in the fold up metal chairs provided and wore their black clothing.

         Some acted and some were, sad that is. I guess today was truly a sad day, but I would much rather say the days before were worse. The pain I felt then, can’t compare to now. Now I lay in this thrown of red velvet and wood exterior as men gently carry me to my bed.

         The flowers are quite beautiful, they are all arranged to be white. And the lilies, those are the best, as they swarm across my thrown.

         The people couldn’t seem to care about my flower arrangement, most only seemed willing to get the hell out of there. I couldn’t blame them, it was raining and no one was talking. Some talked of a sort of party afterwards, I wouldn’t know what it’d be about.

         I wasn’t invited.

         I believe my mother was there, she cried the most. She seemed so fragile at that moment.

         I don’t understand why everyone was being such a grump! They were being so rude! Were they jealous I was in my big velvet thrown, when they had nothing? Come on people talk! It’s not like we are all dead!

         Is there even music?

         Well, now I’m being placed into my bed. The rain taps on the roof of my thrown, but truly it sounds peaceful. Thanks everybody, thanks for being silent. Thanks for making me feel like an outcast on my last day. Because that’s truly how I wanted to fall asleep, knowing that everyone has nothing to say.  Look at your surroundings, so much was done for you just to sit and watch me here. And yet, you chose not to say a word.

         It doesn’t matter now, they all left, to go home. They probably went back to their families to keep each other alive and healthy. To speak to them, and say happy things.

         But they chose not to say a word to my last sighting.

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Posted by C.R. Vard 2008-01-25 13:50:38 .... i liked the story, mostly because i agree we should celebrate a person's life, not mourn their death. flowed nicely. + Report this comment
Posted by r.e.potter 2008-01-26 05:20:49 good When I go though,,,I want everyone to cry their asses off....liked the story a lot by the way. + Report this comment
Posted by tarhead 2008-02-20 02:56:06 that was cool i'm thinking i'll be dead when i write that story, or one like it... + Report this comment
Posted by Egoist 2008-03-06 16:44:43 .... Thanks for the comments, it's pretty obvious what's going on in the story, and mainly the day it's on for a person's life. I'm glad you guys think it's good, and thanks for another one of your funny comments r.e. potter. + Report this comment

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