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There was a sound; like a rustling leaves.
“Your life on earth,” a voice reeking of dust asked, “What would you compare it to?”
I blinked, a rush of warm air fill wrapped around me and I saw opal eyes looking at me.
“Your life, what would you compare it too?”
Death looked at me, and I felt no fear, I felt anger and resentment.
“Conventional, standard, traditional, stupidly wasted”
“My life, was lived like a person is supposed to, except I’m only 42 I shouldn't be seeing you yet.”
“I can’t believe this, I always followed the rules, I was healthy, in shape, careful.”
“I was always told I’d have the good life if I stayed between the lines, I don’t think that’s true, and now I’m dead?!”
“What did I do to die so soon?.”
“I went to school properly, got good grades, I was on student council seven straight years, I only missed three days in those 12 years!.”
“I did four years of college and a Bachelor’s Degree, then law school and a JD.”
“Played all the sports by season, church deacon and music leader, paid my taxes and voted, I DID ALL THE TRADITIONAL, HONEST THINGS!.”
“Why am I dead? I did everything society told me I was supposed to do, a nice traditional marriage and kids, a corner lot and corner office.”
“I never questioned why life seemed unfair, that was simple those people weren't normal, and had done something society frowned on.”
“How could this happen so soon?”
"I played on the office softball. Volleyball and bowling teams, I never tried to do all that stupid shit with a guitar or video camera, I didn't follow that dream because that was irregular and barely benefited society, hell I even did my pro-bono hours and a year as a public defender.”
“All anyone ever told me was I was a good boy, a good student, a good husband, a good citizen because I was supposed to and I would be able to enjoy life and get rewarded for following the narrow path, and now I’m dead?”
“What was life? Life was a series of bullshit lies about conforming when I should have broken the rules and at least smoked.”
I closed my eyes and felt the heaving of my lungs, and then the dark rustled around me
It was quiet then, and silent