[ WP ] When a person dies , they do not leave their body . They are sentient inside their corpse until it is destroyed/decomposed .

Foreword: 18+ 
 
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 Man, you know, being dead sucks more than being alive. Where's my bloody afterlife? ANY AFTERLIFE! Where's my virgins, where's my eternal peace with angels harping on... hell, i could even go for transforming into a butterfly or someshit. Even hell is better than what i'm going through now. Huh, actually, this might actually be hell. Disappointing, was expecting more fiery brimstone. Heh, i crack myself up, but then again i always do. 
 
 But in the end, if someone would have told me being dead is THIS, i probably would have just tried harder at life. The guy they called in did a fantastic job with my body, look at this handsome motherfucker! I never was this handsome when i was alive for christ's sake, would n't you say? 
 
 And that was n't even the biggest shock... I mean, at first i tried vomiting and moving my limbs but that did n't happen, obviously, DUH, and the whole body-tethering is weird as all hell, but the real kicker.. my best friends, my family, even some dudes from my cinematography class, they were there for my funeral. I was n't ready for that. I was n't ready to see them bawling over my corpse. And fuck Anna, three years of flirting and two dates turned down and NOW she mentions she loved me. Seriously woman? We should have just pushed harder huh Robert old boy? Yeah i know. 
 
 But man, my parents. My poor, poor parents. I mean, i knew this would suck for them, i tried my best to soften the blow but mom was crying for four days straight. Now you show that you care huh mom, when was that compassion when you were tearing up my posters calling what i loved'sinful'. Good old dad though, he always came to me after one of your outrages and passed me on a new poster. Would never replace what i would lose to her, but i always took it as an apology for her handy work. 
 
 He looks so pale now, my dad, would n't you say? Yeah he does. I do n't think i've heard him speak ever since they saw me there. I mean, that was a bloody sight if i ever saw one, and i was the go-to guy for classical gore exploitation films.. Cannibal Holocaust had nothing on this. Should have filmed it and delayed-streamed it to Twitch or something. People just do n't realise how gory gore is unless it's in 60 frames a second, where it breaches the barrier of where your mind knows its fake to where you actually start to visually perceive it as real and... 
 
 Heh, look at us go on and on Robert, we're quite talkative for a dead dude are n't we? And even in death, we still moan on and on about shit that does n't really matter for us. 
 
 If only we talked this much when we were alive, and about real stuff that was right in front of us. Maybe we would have found out people actually cared for us. Maybe we would have realised what us doing the deed would mean for them. It was just so easy. To say'fuck this shit', to jump in that bathtub fully jacked on amphetamines and speed and just start cutting and tearing flesh from our skin. So messy. That message we left was barely readable by the time we were done with our final rebellious act, paper soaked in blood, hurried and jagged scrawlings of a lost mind. But just slicing our flesh did n't satiate us in our tear-filled rage so we turned to our insides did n't we Robert? Oh yes we did. I never saw a raw liver before our little impromptu self-exploring anatomy lesson. It was just so squishy. And i remember how much intestines we pulled out our gut. Fucking meters and meters of them! By the time we just passed out it looked more like a dissection table. We were so fucked up. 
 
 But the mess we got into Robert.. what's it been? Months? Years? I really should have signed a waiver to ask for cremation... the walls of this coffin seem to be getting smaller and smaller and my body is barely started to break down; if that even stops this perpetual nightmare. I saw a worm yesterday, that was the most exciting thing since they put me in the ground! It squiggled and started to nibble with it's tiny mouth. We really have time to appreciate that now do n't we... 
 
 Robert Carlyle, such a stupid dead punk we turned into.
