Write a scene from the viewpoint of a dead person in a casket.
My take on it:
The view from the casket is odd. I’d sit up, at the very least, if I could.
Do you know what my first thought was when I looked up at the mourners? Nose hairs. All of my friends and family stand over me, most reciting sweet but only partially true epitaphs as I make a mental note about the length, color or protrusion of their nose hairs.
I make silent jokes about Aunt Bernice and her red tangle of protruding nose hairs until Sam stepped up to the casket, his blond hair falls over his left eye as a single tear tumbles down his cheek and then off of his chin, landing on my right arm.
Now is your turn! Send me your version below!