Finding The Funny

I Showered For Death

I scheduled a visit with Death. 11AM on November 5. Sent a calendar invite.

I showered. Showed up with my hair natural-- freshly curly.

I don't know if Death appreciated my efforts. The only proof of meeting was a heavy head in my lap. Ears floppy. Cheeks still. Death never introduced Itself.

A friend of 12 years gone. And in his place, a taunting replica, wet with tears.