The Death Rattle

Settle in to that death suit, the one with straight black pant legs and a starched lapels. Lean back in your coffin and let the dirt weevils work their tiny toothed magic. They will gnaw tunnels in your bones, yodel in your nose holes and listen to the echoes, chew on your hair like tobacco and spit it in your eye sockets. In short you will be an amusement park for the parasites. They will use you up and then move on to the next fresh corpse. In this way they are like people and death will be much like life… .