They once walked among the cemetery

counting the years on the gravestones

on a regular autumn afternoon

A peek at other people´s death

and the live ones left up there

Flowers in hand

Will you as well burry me?

She asked

Surround me with my favorite plants

after we finish the youth and the middle age

Burry me

as a nice, smiley silver hair old lady

Remember to leave breadcrumbs when you leave

so that you can find the way back

when you are old enough like I did

Shall we put something funny on our gravestone?

We might get some more Likes than our neighbors

if someone walk among the cemetery one day