Resurrection.
One of the things the deceased should *never* do at his or her own funeral.
Despite knowing this, I boldly sat atop the Gravestone.
And I offered a greeting to those who watched me.
-I'm back.
Naturally, the ceremony was thrown into chaos.
People rushed forward, forgetting even their tears.
Outstretched hands stopped only once they embraced my body.
Leaning against my chest, caressing my cheek, clutching at my clothes...
They desperately clung to me, as if trying to confirm the existence of someone who had vanished...
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