My death
A month ago I lost consciousness while walking through my living room. When I woke up I had gouged my hand open and was bleeding all over myself. I went to the hospital and told them about it. Apparently losing consciousness is a big deal because they kept me there overnight and ran a shitload of tests. While I was lying in the hospital bed I was thinking “what if I have a brain tumor”, or some other deadly disease. Then I thought about what would have happened if I died on my living room floor that day instead of just passing out. I figured out that I would have been there for 3 or 4 weeks before anyone found me. No one expected me to be anywhere. At that point my body would be at the “black putrefaction” stage. My inside organs would have been devoured by bacteria and my bloated body would have torn open, spilling fluid all over the carpet. Whoever found me would not be able to recognize me. That would be the end of me…and you know…that’s how I’m gonna end up going.