Soiled

Dann's uncle died lately. I refused to attend the final obsequies. I'm frightened of coffins and brisk corpses. I even hate the stench of entombment flowers. When I die, my casket would be closed.. or better, no funeral at all. Have me buried in secrecy. I do not want anyone looking at me in my forever sleep. Not in a shoeless suit. I want to live on.

Azrael, go away.