Being Dead To Be Alive

Am I dead?

"Am I dead?"
Yes, I should be dead by now.
So, this is it?
Why does it feel so normal?
I thought being dead is something different, i mean ,it's better than living, I guess.

So, I'm dead ,right?
But , isn't there supposed to be an angel or a merciless scary looking grim reaper infront of me , ensuring me , my death?
Damn! Being dead is more confusing than being alive and trying to guess which  jar is of salt and of sugar , without  having a label on it.

How can I be sure of my death?

Oh, yes!
My family! I forgot it. I should be at home now. They must be tired of crying over my death.

Damn! I can't wait to see who was real and who was fake to me all these years. I bet none of my friends are crying for a person like me.

'Is she okay?' 

Did she came? Did she came to see me for the last time? She wouldn't come, would she? A guy like me never deserves to get loved.

Gilbert?
Is he sad of my death? Is he crying because I'm dead? No, that stupid mean elder brother could never be sad for my death. Instead , he would be happy that he can be mom's new favourite child. That jealous jerk can never be satisfied with anything.

Father?
How is he doing after this loss? Is he there on my funeral? Is he consoling mother? He never been on my important days of life. Is he actually there ? I really want to know.

Mom?
She must be crying too much. I won't be able to bear her heartbroken crying face. It will make me suffer more than death.

Why funarels can't be happy one? Why people don't bid their beloved dead people a happy ending of life? Is it sin to be happy on a funeral?

There is no time to be laying down here like this. I should get up and get going. Who would want to miss his own funeral?

And the very moment, when I opened my eyes..........

"Where am I?"
"Is this heaven?"

To be continued......