When I die, I hope to be more grounded than I ever was when I was alive.
I want to put down roots and grow—flourish even.
I wonder if my tree hips will be as curvy as my human hips? Regardless, I would prefer to be a beautiful tree. Maybe I could be a fruit tree? Although, those can smell when the fruit starts to rot and that might push people away. For sure don’t make it a papaya tree because I wouldn’t want to hear all the sexual comments about what papayas look like, because even as a tree, I would still be very socially awkward. Nothing too scaly or lumpy either. I had acne my whole life, I’d hate to have that continue into my death. Let’s settle for a tree that blooms flowers in the spring. I’d like white flowers, but you can decide.
I want to create a space that brings people together—a landmark. “Meet us at the tree at the end of the sidewalk before you get to the benches.” A spot that is hidden enough at dusk so couples can etch their initials into the bark of my stomach and it should be near grass so families can gather for picnics or wanderers have a place to sleep. Please find a beautiful spot, but not too beautiful. I don’t need teens in prom dresses showing up every year just when my flowers are looking their best.
Do we know how public parks feel about planting trees? I did pay my taxes every year, so I think it is only fair that I am able to spend the rest of eternity in a park overlooking The Observatory. If it seems too expensive, I’ll settle for a spot near a Trader Joe’s. I need a placement that is secure. Picking up and moving to a new rental every year was exhausting, so it would be nice to finally own property somewhere in this city. I think I could really thrive if I stay in one place.
I don’t believe that death is the end, I know that somehow we continue. Maybe parts of our souls are scattered throughout the earth. I want to keep mine in something that can be a reminder that one day we will leave the world, but the world will forever be different because we existed in it—we’re never really gone. I have to admit that I am excited for the prospects of a life after this one. Please come too, it would be best to fill the park with friends or else I would be awfully lonely and you know how I get when I am alone. I used to believe in heaven and hell, but now I believe that anywhere can be heaven and all of us get the chance to go. Mine will be at the end of the sidewalk before the benches next to a sign that says “No prom pictures, please.” That will be bliss.