Amoridere

Mortality is something mundane Another thing to muse on and, presently, She mused Her relationship with Death was complex People died and she felt loss Such is existence, thus much she knew Idly counting down the years Until Death came for her She started to wonder How her own funeral would go And how old she would be She was absolute on many things Her funeral plans would be one of those things She'd be absolute on She'd hope, at least, She could will her plants and or pets To her loved ones (Of which she had few) She made a point that She'd likely be cremated, certainly And she'd rather her ashes Be given to her dearest favorite person She wondered if she'd outlive him No, she'd much rather be taken first As existence without him would be worse If fate were kind, perhaps, they'd go together She wondered how she'd be remembered This she couldn't really figure, such as she exists "Such was existence." she'd probably go She wondered what they'd wear Black or muted colors