“What, you think I want you to be at peace? I want you to mourn. I want you to rake your skin, and thrash on the floor, and weep that I’m dead! Why in the hell would I want you to be okay with me dying? ‘Oh, his suffering is over.’ Bullshit. That’s my concern! You? I want you to miss me. I want you to selfishly desire that my chemo went on for eternity so I could still be around. I want you to want more me. Tons more me. You’re feeling closure? Then your ass is getting haunted.”
This is strangely enough, cute to me. Go figure. ;)
ReplyDeleteI have no problem whatsoever with finding him funny. I do.
DeleteThat's probably why ghosts really hang around in the first place! Very insightful.
ReplyDeleteHe'll have to ask around and compare motives with his new compatriots.
DeleteDear John,
ReplyDeletei like this far better that that conductor and kid staring into space. "Then your ass is getting haunted" is the perfect ending to your story.
Aloha,
Doug