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Robert M. Pirzig wrote:

And now I see what the glass door is.lt is the door of a coffin. ..mine.

Not a coffin, a sarcophagus. I am in an enormous vault , dead, and they are paying their last respects.

It’s kind of them to come and do this. They didn’t have to do this. I feel grateful.Now Chris motions for me to open the glass door of the vault. I see he wants to talk to me. He wants me to tell him, perhaps.what death is like.I feel a desire to do this, to tell him. It was so good of him to come and wave I will tell him it's not so bad. It's just lonely.

I reach to push the door open but a dark figure in a shadow beside the door motions for me not to touch it. A single finger is raised to lips I cannot see. The dead aren't permitted to speak.

But they want me to talk.I’m still needed! Doesn’t he see this? There must he some kind of mistake.Doesn't he see that they need me? I plead with the figure that I have to speak to them.It’s not finished yet. I have to tell them things. But the figure in the shadows makes no sign he has even heard.

"CHRIS! " I shout through the door."I'LL SEE YOU!!"

The dark figure moves toward me threateningly ,but I hear Chris’s voice, "Where? " faint and distant. He heard me! And the dark figure, enraged, draws a curtain over the door.

Marc Clifton wrote:

I have the same birthday (month / day) as

pwasser wrote:

...about 1/365th of the world's population (approx 19 million others).

OriginalGriff wrote:

Many happy returns...