Where Bones Go

I dedicated yesterday to bonding with my friends Karmela and Dana at the former's house (where I had celebrated my birthday a month ago!) Our concept of bonding, since we were all feeling lazy, was a movie marathon of whatever we could put our hands on at the DVD store. In the end we settled on The Lovely Bones and some Korean romance-comedy series because the shop was bereft of any hardcore horror flicks.


We decided to watch The Lovely Bones first because it was the only movie in the bag, surprisingly. While I was watching the movie, it was easy to indulge myself in the vast seventh-heaven Peter Jackson fabricated. I was immersed in it the whole time (which is quite a feat for The Lovely Bones. My attention span can sometimes challenge that of a goldfish.) so I kept on thinking about how my death will come about, and when, because I really couldn't wait. Honestly. I'm not fiercely attached to my emotional side, that's for sure; I don't slash my wrist on a regular basis nor put on unfashionably heavy eyeliner. Death is interesting and I know you agree.

Will I, perhaps, die by drowning? Four years ago, I was pretty sure of that. I only learned how to swim last summer because it's a part of our curriculum. And I had unusually horrid nightmares of being pulled into dark water when I was a kid. I hope it's not a sign. The last things I want to see before Archangel Michael comes for me are plastic bags being eaten by mutant turtles and diffused light that actually comes from an anglerfish.

Maybe someone will murder me... Hit me with a jar of peanuts or something. But then I don't think I've done anything to make someone hate me that much-- or does making fun of accents count?

OR I will have the worst asthma attack ever. Yes. That's probably it. It's not that painful and it won't last long (I hope.) Someday I will run out of Seretide inhalers and my grandchildren will leave me because they'll choose nightclubs over the old lady who will have taken care of them for years.

What happens after life robs my lungs of oxygen? Will my soul escape and will I be conscious about it, or will I disappear forever and everything just blacks out?! Will I be granted time to roam around the world? Will some people feel me? Will I see the world in a different way, like in black and white? Will I stay there awhile
or will I be suddenly transported into the in-between, where the Salmon girl was? I wonder how everything will look like when I'm dead, or if I will be able to be aware of anything at all. Did we even live before already? Will our souls be given to another body and all our memories will be deleted just like that? If that were given a positive response, then I have a theory that our dreams contain fragments of memories from our past lives. Nah, just kidding. But doesn't that boggle you?