How pitiful would it be to die a meaningless death and be eternally forgotten; an empty grave of an empty life. Would you come visit me? Leave flowers on my immortal resting bed? Light incense and pray for my wandering soul? Will you remember me when I’m gone? Or will you stash away my memories in a rusty wooden box; never to be opened again.

Would you bestow upon me one last favour; the dying wish of a flickering flame. Bury my scorched ashes among the dirt and plant new life where mine once was. Water me and watch me grow into something beautiful; something eternally giving. Let me become one with Mother Nature and I will forevermore be at peace. Remember me when I’m gone, not as someone who once was. But as something that will always be…