I Know How My Story Ends

The final plot is the hardest to conceive

Photo by David Kovalenko on Unsplash

Don’t we all, deep, deep down, doubt the reality of our finality?

Today while sipping my morning coffee, I consigned myself to eternity.

I filled out a form promising to commit my human remains to the Vermont Forest Cemetery.

This is how it goes:

That most mundane, tedious, bureaucratic act of all—completing a FORM—opens …