I saw a funeral from my bed is an essay written by Shi Hui and shared to The Ugly Writers under the theme Terrible Ideas for the month of July


I saw a funeral from my bed


The moment the music plays,

Everyone stood up and move to the front.

A trail of solemness followed them.

You can see it in everyone’s faces.

No tears were ever enough

No words were spoken but they all understood each other.

The air grew heavier as the atmosphere grew thicker.

The kind of sadness that overwhelms the air and eats you up inside.

Stomachs sunk as everyone knew what was coming.

The end of an old life and the start of another.

That’s what the Buddhists like to believe.

To be reborn once again.

I find it comforting to know that we can try again anew.

But nobody really knows what’s life after death.

So all we can do is treasure the one we have currently before it’s too late.


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