You watch as the sun fills with crimson gold, the sun arising from beyond the hills. “Hey, uhm..” Your friend whispers to you. “You ever… you know… wonder what it’s like after you… pass away?” You sigh, searching your thoughts for your answer. “If I ever were to die… I wouldn’t want anybody to be sad I’m gone… I just want people to admire who I was.” You say before collapsing under the sunrise, your arms spread across the grass.