Death, could we be dead wrong? posted 8/30/2007 5:36:23 PM | 8 kudos what's this?     report abuse tagged: a simple death

bluesouth

Not much career choices for someone fresh out of prison. I guess that's the reason I dig graves for a living. I think of this as I sit on the edge of a freshly dug hole in the earth. My feet dangling over the edge and I'm holding a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and a shovel in the other. Great life huh? Seem's like I made more money stealing cars.

Anyway, I sit here looking down at the shiny bronze coffin at the bottom of the hole. The funeral crowd has gone and all that is left is a mound of dirt, the deseased, and me. I take a drink and and start to wonder who is in the metal box. Some old person who died of old age? Maybe someone who struggled with cancer for years? Could it be someone who died in a grusome car wreck? I guess there could be a thousand ways one could check out. I take another drink of Jack and spit on the mound of dirt.

I guess it would not hurt anything if I took a quick look to see who's behind the metal door. Who would ever know? Not like I'm gonna mess with the body or anything. I might be a little strange, ... but not that strange.

I throw the shovel to the side and sit down the bottle of jack. I ease myself down into the hole and my feet land on the bottom half of the casket. I kneel down and slide my hand underneath the edge of the coffin. My fingers find some sort of a latch or knob. Don't really know what it's called. I turn it and then pull up on the coffin lid. I stop and wonder if I really want to do this. What the hell .... a corpse is corpse. Nothing wrong with looking.

I pull up on the lid and look down. What the hell!!! My eyes are playing tricks on me. Maybe I've had to much to drink. I rub my eyes and look again. This has got to be someone's idea of a joke! It's me in the coffin! I am looking at myself! How in the hell???? I slam the lid down and crawl out of the hole.

I'm on my hands and knees and notice two shapely leggs in front of my head. I slowly look up the there is a woman standing there in a red dress. Her hair is long and black and her brown eyes could melt steel. I stand up and brush myself off.

She reaches in her purse and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. She offers me one and smiles.

"You might as well smoke one, they are the reason your laying in the coffin." She puts a cigarette between her lips and winks. " They are not gonna hurt you now, ... smoke away!" She blows smoke in my face.

I put the cigarette in my mouth and she extends a golden lighter and flicks. I inhale the smoke. " So what the hells going on here??"

She puts the lighter in her black purse. " To make it simple, .... your as dead as a door knob. Sorry you had to find out by looking at yourself laying down there. Guess I should have gotten here faster."

"What???"

She takes the cigarette from her mouth and throws it on the dirt mound. "What part of dead do you not understand? Your life is over. Your gone. You have passed on. Your body is worm food. Your toast.

"I'm a ghost?" Patting myself to feel if I'm solid.

She rolls her eyes. " Ghost?? Give me a break! Ghost are something made up by the living. They have no idea about death so they make up all kinds of stories. Get real." She glances down at her watch. "If you don't mind I'm kind of on a busy schedule here."

"So who are you?" Scratching my head.

"I'm just here to make sure that you know your dead and thats my job. Who the hell were you expecting? An angel?? Maybe a demon!! Jesus himself? You people always amaze me." She takes a tissue from her purse and blows her nose. "Damn cemetary dirt"

I sit down on the mound of dirt. "What happens now?"

She picks up the shovel and leans it against me. " Finish covering your casket and get on with your new dead life."

I take the shovel. "Your a bitch!"

She winks. " Yea, lifes a bitch and I am what I am. See ya later!" She walks away and fades between the tombstones until she is out of sight.

I sit there with my feet dangling in the hole. I pick up the bottle of Jack and take a sip. I suppose it could be worse. Who would have ever thought!

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