People say that when you are on the verge of death, your entire life flashes before your eyes. You'll relive your first steps, your wedding day, a random rainy morning when you're having a terribly bad hair day before an important business meeting. What they don't tell you is these flashes aren't always the most memorable life moments. They don't prepare you for that. Don't get me wrong, some are very pleasant experiences, but others are times that you'd really like to pretend never happened. Somehow they all end up on this final highlight reel of your life.
But here's the thing, do an elderly man's flashes last longer than a child's? Does it take more time for old people to move onto the afterlife just because they've lived so much? Or is there a standard quota of flashes a person is allowed to have. Like does God mandate twenty flashes per person? I guess no one really knows how this works, everyone who's experienced it is dead.
I'm dead too, I guess. It's really weird to acknowledge it like this. Is it fair that I only got seventeen years worth of flashes while my grandma got eighty? She lived more than me. Probably went through more trying times than me. Is that the prize for going through it all? More memories to remember after death?
It's almost comical how shitty life truly is. Almost.
