I just saw a post of a photo of bodies stacked on top of each other on a medical examiners table and it’s sad to say that this happens more often than you would think.  A girl I knew died of an overdose recently and her best friend told me that when she went into the medical examiners room there were bodies stacked on top of each other because there wasn’t enough room in the freezers.  They were just sitting in piles, skin upon skin, decomposing slowly as they touched, bodily fluids pooling over the floors.  The medical examiners received bodies faster than they could process them and because of that they weren’t treated and stored as they should have been.  Treated and stored, it sounds like I’m talking about fresh produce.  I will never be made up and buried.  I don’t want some stranger emptying me out like a god damn jackolantern only to cake my face up with makeup I never even wore while living just so everyone can stare at me and reminisce.  I will be cremated, and all the horrible things that have happened to my flesh in both life and death will be forgotten forever.  I will become ash and in that no one can touch me ever again.  I will be pure.