If I died… how many people would cry for me?
How many people would be sad for me?
What if no one would come to my funeral?
What if no one would even know who am I?
What if… many people would be glad when I died?
Sometime I’m just curious. I just wanna see how many people would be sad, pray for me and remember me as a nice person.
Basically, I can imagine it. There wouldn’t be so many people. Perhaps just mom, dad, brothers and my family. Some friends, too, maybe. But I think there would be only just a while. Then they will forget me.
Its kinda scary, to be honest.
I know I’ll go all alone, but when I know there would be no one cry behind me, I couldn’t help but feel lonely.
I’m not a really nice person, so I couldn’t bring myself to think there would be a lot of people cry over in my funeral.
It’s normal, isn’t it?
When we’re not even nice, how could we expect many people would come for us?
Sometime, just very sometime, I wonder if I can die and wake up after I could see who cried, who didn’t, who felt happy or even relieve.
And very very sometime, I thought God would take His beloved one earlier than the other. So… well, yea.
Perhaps I’m not beloved enough.