When I die

When I die.

There it is, the beginning, of the end, of me.

That first line in the ending of my story, my life. Boring as it most likely is.

Still it is my end, so hopefully it plays out with somewhat of a firecracker, in fact fireworks would be cool. Put my ashes in the biggest one they make and sent it off with a countdown to oblivion.

That’s right, I want a party. No sobbing bullshit wake, no long lines of shaking hands and condolences. Just a great send off, an exclamation point in the form of a loud boom.

Maybe it’ll start a fad.