Calling My Ex to Bury Me

Summary

I’m dying.

A ghost in life, a stray spirit in death.

But I've always been considerate. The thought of my body being left undiscovered in my apartment for too long is... unsettling.

The smell, the decay, the rot, the maggots.

I don’t mind messing up my own place, but to haunt the building’s property values and ruin my neighbors’ appetites? That’s a sin I’m not willing to commit.

So I called my ex-boyfriend, the one I hadn't spoken to in seven years.

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

Silence stretched for a long, heavy moment on the other end.