Derek's a vegan, because he feels bad for meat.

Meat. i'm meat and flesh. i live until death, and then i decay.

that's my story, it's your too. one day, you'll rot, in a box, sealed shut nails, buried deep ground and the ceremony is a tribute to remember but actions speak louder than words and as far i'm concerned, these actions not to made to remember to forget, because mattered once but 6 feet in the ground, now you're set. and everyone set to move in life and let you be distant memory because currently a burden, even after death, it's better you stopped breathing, cuz other people need oxygen and dying man's intake is a waste of others breath.

so sleep quietly, my dead friend, you poor fellow left to rot, you/ll be remembered for a little while, often presented with flowers and tears that nourish the grass where you spend the rest of years - as if you have years to spend, even after you've ceased to exist.

so it goes.
so it goes.
so it goes....
and go it will, like everyone who ever even knew your name, who ever felt pain on the day that you died and whoever swore up down at your funeral they wished you still alive.

it's really that important, it takes a couple years at best, before you're a distant memory, or a photo book in a chest in the attic collecting layers and layers of dust, or some sort of memorable stored somewhere beginning to rust.

you were reality and now you're a figment- a piece of time much different from now, can you expect them to hold on? or do you think that might be wrong. a little too selfish for a dead person to ask it?

the best they could do is buy you a nice- long lasting casket.