Happy.

Everyone knows how they're going to die. It's not a word floating atop their heads, and it's not a text message they last checked in 2015. It's a tattoo. Lots of people have words such as,

"Alone."
"Murdered."
"Old age."
"Accident."

But who on earth would've guessed that me, someone with depression, anxiety, and an abusive father, would have the word "Happy."