Bury Me, Darling

Summary

I’m dying.

A lonely soul in life, a wandering ghost in death.

I’m a fairly considerate person, so I worry my body might stay in the house too long after I’m gone. Rotting, decomposing, festering, swarming with maggots. It wouldn’t just mess up my own place, which is bad enough, but if it affected the feng shui and property value of the entire apartment complex, or ruined my neighbors’ moods and appetites, that would be truly awful.

So, I called my ex-boyfriend, the one I broke up with seven years ago.

“When I die, could you do me a favor and take care of my body?”