[ WP ] You 're on your deathbed alone with a loved one . Suddenly , they reveal their true self to you . You ca n't believe what you 're hearing .

I ’ m stopping her before she begins, and my face begs her to save whatever she has to say. It ’ s not that I mind, I don ’ t mind, I never mind. I ’ ll let her reveal anything, I don ’ t care what she has to say. She could reveal that she slept with my brother everyday for the past year I ’ ve been in the hospital. I don ’ t mind. It ’ s just that, there ’ s this sound drifting in through a crack in the doorway. It reminds me vaguely of music but it consists of something too often repeated to be considered artistic. Like when you close your eyes too hard and swear that the colorful shapes begin to look like paintings. My eyes began that slow drip into wetness, and my chest begins that fateful stuttering that always accompanies unavoidable weeping. I can ’ t believe what I am hearing, who has the audacity to play such a song. I gasp out a few desperate breaths. “ Stairway to Heaven ” can be heard being played from a nearby room. 

