Death is the road to awe...bah!

I am a new man today. I died yesterday. Or is it more appropriate to say that I was killed. The knife went right through me. She was gentle. I felt no pain. I am a new man today. Death as an act of creation. I dodder towards tomorrow. I am fine but for the dead man on my shoulder. Rigor mortis has set and his vice like grip on my neck is getting oppressive. I am fine. Really.