I would like to die rapidement, instantaneously, an explosion or a crash or a lightning strike. If there’s anything left, I hope it’s buried in the earth with nothing between myself and the dirt. I hope the people I love throw a party celebrating my life and what it meant to them. I hope my children, my cat, my partner don’t succumb to grief. I want to have used everything up, every last flex of knee and ounce of love.