A Deathly Reminder

There I was: standing beside the coffin, looking at the well-dressed corpse. Everyone tried to cheer themselves with chitchat and forced smiles—they seemed unaware what they were there for.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” asked my one of my relatives.

I could barely talk, I said nothing.

There’s something primal about seeing a corpse. It reminds us of our humanity; it reminds us that no matter what happens, we’re heading towards the coffin—the mistakes, the victories, everything.

I can still vividly recall that funeral: it was filled with nostalgic tears; the fingers of the pianist danced nonstop with soft tunes. I’m sorry.