There is one final Y in our lives, it is the incision from each shoulder blade that meets over the sternum and then down to the naval.
The ribs that caged our soul, now freed, are split open to reveal organs that no longer play the sweet music and rhythms of our life.
All fluids are drained leaving a dried husk, that somewhat resembles the pod of a human being. organs are cut and lifted free, weighed and measured, and then Checked for any terminal, suicidal or homicidal destruction by another.
Then they are unceremoniusly dumped back into the cavity that cradled them for so long.... because so long is at last here.
The scalp is sliced, and the face pulled away, like a cheap halloween mask to allow acsess to the brain and the matter of what once mattered.
Buzz saw and bone spray bits of what was, and then the brain too is plucked from its stem, also wieghed, measured and redeposited in the cathedral of your cranium.
Then the brow is knitted one final time, the body is closed with staples or stitches, and the die-agnosis is written to proclaim the exact reasons why you died.
Only the morgue drawer icy cold, and the chill damp of a six foot grave await you. The last warmth your body knows is the friction of the buzz saw burning its way through bone.
Then your corpse is released to a funeral home, dressed in fine attire and laid out for all to view.
It is a necessity of death to study the Y and what lies beneath to benefit all mankind. It is the ticking time bomb for those who murder, It is the refusal of insurance payments for those who chose to end their lives prematurely.
Perhaps we linger after dying in spirit to observe,just how useless our flesh becomes, as it is dissected and seperated into meat.
We may also remain many days after we are remains Just to see how many lives we have touched, when they come to our funeral to weep.
Or perhaps we are more like a side of beef, with no knowledge of the technical side of death, temporarily butchered and then repaired, only to rot.
It is the one Y that cuts into our existence which we will never need to know the answer too, as we move on into the zzzZZZZ's of eternal sleep.
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