no further requests

i've always been the last one to leave.

we of the forensic team are therefore in agreement

that these bones must belong to me.

 

they are to be packed

ground to a fine dust

cast into the ocean

and stirred with a very large spoon,

in the absence of which

 

currents may suffice.

 

tell them to sip from the ocean

a number of years from now.

if humanity has somehow managed to endure itself

we'll talk again.

 

i hold no expectations,

as a matter of course.

i have just always been the last one to leave.