““ Maybe I’m dead. The thought is not as scary as it probably should be. I’m so calm, so comfortable. The coffin lining is soft beneath me, and it’s fairly roomy; I’m touching the side with my right shoulder, but that’s okay. I don’t feel cramped. Of course, it’s pitch-black, but that’s strangely comforting. I roll over and realize there’s a pillow under my head. How very nice of them to put a pillow in my coffin. Really thoughtful. ””
