A Virus's Victim's Will

Arthur, last name withheld, was a Camusian soul and in his will he asks to laugh at his death, and laugh with no irony or remorse. Ever wonder who created the plague and why? A moment of discontinuity binding us to our inner essence, the black hole sucking up all meaning and loyalty, a laughing stock of the world. Happy to say happiness is an abstraction and life is execution postponed. A writer searching for shipwreck of meaning is lost in his searchlight bound for disappointment.