JUST A BIT OF PROSE I GUESS - by Natalie Wood

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Life after death does not include ear syringing and its productive results, brutal excision of basal cell

carcinomas, cloudy urine samples or sputum. Life after death is serene, less grotesque and most often involves

two black swans, necks bowed, in a natural wetland area. The bitterness experienced in life disapaits upon entry

to the after life. There is the musty dangerous smell of finality after a bushfire, there are bursts of new growth on

charcoal stumps, there is a scattering of special birds, the ones you feel lucky to spot, the black cockatoos, the

kingfishers, those really tiny honeyeater type birds. Life after death is not a place, it is all that is your favourite.

In those seconds, minutes or hours, before you experience the nothingness, like those without religion expect,

you get the specials. There will be lemon cheesecake if you like, a refreshing pineapple or tomato juice with a

tabasco hit. It will be all that you have ever dreamed. And if you choose, you can carry those specials with you,

into the nothingness.  It's not dark, nor uncertain, its simple last moments of joy, then relief.

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The specials sound wonderful. And I love the relief.
*disipates

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I could taste this one and it is exactly what I hope death to be.
I read this one a few times. It was my pick.

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