Kandila

I kicked-off the day with the normal breakfast briefing with my two team leaders. We discussed operational issues encountered from the previous day at the Match Factory. I had to break the bad news that our team was again tasked to head another endeavor in behalf of the whole Match Factory.  While me ‘Hill and I  were joking about having brain-tumors because of intermittent headaches I noticed Anne had visible bruises on her arms. I asked her where she got those and she could not recall.  Perhaps it was a sign of Leukemia I kidded her.  She nodded in approval and said cancer probably ran in our match-factory.

We further explored the options when we die. We joked about the type of coffins,attire, and music we’d like played during our wake.  ‘Hill simply said he prefers to be wrapped in a straw mat(banig)  and thrown into the river for the fishes to consume. Anne was quite sure she wanted a wake before being laid to rest. I prefer to be cremated and put in a columbarium immediately. No wake, no after-party. Am sure my loved ones would understand that I would not want them to be grieving anymore. 

Why should anyone grieve? Am sure my passing would not be noticed. The world would continue to go on.  As for me, I will be living in a different plane, which is a part of my belief-system. I don’t exactly know how hot or cold it would be, nor do I have an inkling of how long I will be staying there. If the length of stay in this plane is an act of contrition for the sins I have done, then ten-thousand years would seem like only yesterday.  Yes, I fucked up a lot, even up to this day.  Some of them were really borne out of bad choices.

So as we wrapped up our breakfast meeting with these morbid thoughts, I ponder what the next few days of All Saints Day and All Souls Day would bring.  Hopefully more Zombies to kill.