The Deconstruction of the Dead

& when you finally die, they will not let you rest--- for to finally get to enter every orifice of your once secret world is something that vultures dream of late at night, before cumming in their jammies to the thought of discovering what was never ever their business to begin with--- and when they get what they want, they’ll puncture it with a stake & run all over the televised town square amidst interviews with people who will say that they are your friends now & family members who will say they always knew you, all wretches whose boredom in life can be stirred up into a freshness for a day or so by the vomiting up of lies concerning a dead person for the national public. ever heard the stories of the sap whose **** collection or drug stash was found by the weeping family members after the tragedy? ever heard a story come from the mouth of an individual so very worried that when it is all over, the “real” them will be discovered? unfortunately, the incessant curiosity of mundane, mediocre minds has no limit & to make themselves feel more alive & better about their own failings, they’ll stop at nothing to find out everything about anyone, when said individual is no longer alive to ask them politely to stay out of their business.